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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 same scene six or seven times until discovering details that had...

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 consequences. The first few episodes spark a deep sense of dread in the viewer,...

Crucitas: Mining and Territorial Restoration

In Costa Rica, the word “mining” quickly raises the temperature of a conversation. Just mentioning it is enough for positions to settle at opposing extremes. But what is happening today in Crucitas should lead us to reflect beyond the old debate between a “yes” or...

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 it seemed to him like a great beast, restless, breathing deeply. He...

A Malachite Gazebo

Some nights, when I stayed over at my maternal grandmother’s house, she would recite a poem to me. She knew it by heart, never hesitating. Sometimes we would begin together and, before I noticed, her voice would continue on its own, with a cadence that seemed to come...