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The Music of the Molejón

When I was a child, there was a stone in the garden of my home in Tres Ríos, set on a raised spot almost like a small sculpture. It was an angular, rather rough block, except for its upper surface, worn smooth and shaped by years of sharpening knives and machetes. The...

A sea that returned

A few nights ago, several friends came over for dinner. There was a long conversation, music, several bottles of wine, and moussaka, that Greek dish built in layers which, unlike rocks, takes hours to form and minutes to disappear. When they arrived, one of them...

In Polyphemus’ Cave

A few days ago, I went with friends to see the new adaptation of The Odyssey, directed by Christopher Nolan. After almost three hours of journey, we emerged from the room covered in wind, sea, cliffs, and Mediterranean landscapes. Then we went to have a drink and...

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 instrument in all of San Antonio. I always thought that the neighbors...

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 deforesting there to make pastures, but what are they going to do? One...

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, long before reaching the destination, with a mixture of enthusiasm and...