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Chinese Tales

I remember the red bridge in Parque Chino. I remember it because, during my childhood, I climbed his hunchbacked back like someone climbing a mountain. Also, because it appears in a photograph that my mother took in 1976. In that photo, my dad rests his right leg on...

Express Permits and Frozen Accounts

On August 2, 2025, Costa Rica’s environmental movement was shaken by an unprecedented case: an environmental activist, known for walking the forests and his social criticism, woke up to find his bank accounts frozen. Juan Bautista Alfaro, “Juamba Caminando,” had...

How to Lead an Energy Transition?

A few months ago, I traveled for more than five hours from Cartago to Guanacaste to attend a workshop on green hydrogen—a promising energy vector ideal for decarbonizing hard-to-electrify sectors, such as heavy transport or certain industries. It might seem like an...

The grays

One afternoon in December 2018 we met the greys. We had traveled to New Mexico with Jennifer and Juan Jose, taking advantage of the fact that they go every year to celebrate their wedding anniversary. After visiting the Sanctuary of Chimayó, a well-known pilgrimage...

Fidel’s granddaughter

I was six years old when my grandfather died. My nono. I was very young, but I have some very vivid memories of him. I remember one afternoon when it was pouring rain, and I was sitting on the porch of his house. Suddenly, I decided to drink water from a stream that...