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A huge jocote tronador

On my grandparents' property in Escazú – when Escazú had more pastures than condominiums – there was a huge thunderous jocote. During the harvest, the rod to lower them was the most coveted...

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The problem is theirs

For a long time, I have been buying very good and very cheap meat in a butcher's shop near my house. I know that they bring it from Nicaragua. And yes, someone had told me that, that they are...

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Narrowness of heart

A bus waits in front of the gate. When the driver has not yet started the engine, the students get on laughing, swap seats and imagine the place they are going to. Every excursion begins like this,...

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Sleeping Animals

Kuma is the oldest of our three cats. He is about fifteen years old and lived on the streets before we adopted him. In the afternoons, he takes long naps, moving between the wicker chair next to the...

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The Power of choosing

A few days ago, as I usually do, I was carrying out a fairly ordinary household routine: preparing recyclable materials for collection. I washed plastic, aluminum, and glass containers, left them to...

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While the match starts

Today, shortly before noon, I entered TDMAX from my computer to watch a World Cup match. I thought there would be one at that time; In recent days there has been no shortage of football that...

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Mapping a Cave

After four hours on the road, the professor announced that we had arrived. The university bus stopped in front of a few pastures in the middle of the countryside. We looked around, trying to guess...

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In praise of doors

In the early nineties, I was an apprentice projectionist at a small university cinema. The job had an obvious reward—the student scholarship—and others such as learning to thread film, watching the...

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Chlorine Gas: Hero and Villain

Recently, a Netflix series about a tragic lead poisoning disaster in Brazil caught many people’s attention and reminded us of how negligence in chemical management could have devastating...

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The Witches

The road to the house was long and steep. In front of me, the mountain; behind, an abyss that revealed, through the mist, the back of the water. My grandfather Ramón had never seen the sea, and yet...

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