From the notebooks of Roger Ferib

On how these notebooks came to me.

A good friend of mine, the owner of one of the most emblematic bookstores in Montevideo, and who knew about my love for Photography, gifted me a collection of personal diaries and manuscripts with some pages in Spanish and other ones in English, that contained drawings, old photographs, sketches, poems, short paragraphs, signs that seemed to be part of languages I don’t know, dates, history data and maps of places I can’t recognize, among other documents and narrations.
The name of Roger Ferib is in the first page of each notebook, some of them made of wads of yellowish sheets, and some hand-sewn.
May be, the same as me, he was the heir of old documents, tales and images of anonymous ancestors. Having a not better idea, I present these records under the title “From the notebooks of Roger Ferib”.