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In praise of insomnia

One of my earliest childhood memories is marked by the battle with insomnia. On those long nights, my mother, patient and resigned, would prepare me a cup of hot milk that she would baptize with a splash of wine. The remedy worked like the chorus of a Julio Iglesias...

Caring has a cost

The Bible relates that, before and during the crucifixion, Jesus was accompanied by three women: Mary, his mother, Mary Magdalene, and Mary of Clopas. It is not surprising that, two millennia later, the image of a caregiver is still feminine: a mother, an aunt, a...

In Praise of the Fly

Once, for four or five weeks, I was a fly nest. This happened when I was ten years old, during a vacation with my maternal grandparents, on a farm in San Carlos de Alajuela. Those were days of getting up early and milking cows next to spotted horses, small calves and...

The neighbors

The neighbors began to arrive at six o’clock. First a couple arrived with flowers; then another with a bottle of wine; then one more with sandwiches. They came two by two, smiling, generous, following the path of the garden. They celebrated the orchids on the...

Learning to Care

My father kept an orchid greenhouse for many years. It wasn’t very large, but to me it had the density of a world of its own. I remember the filtered light, the humidity in the air, the flowered stems he arranged with such care. From an early age, I learned that...

The rhythm of the machine

In Charles Chaplin’s film Modern Times, the protagonist appears trapped in a factory production line that never stops. His task seemed simple: tightening nuts over and over to the rhythm of a machine that never slowed down. The rhythm was not decided by the...