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At the Museum doors

  A few weeks ago, we visited the National Museum with my nieces, Fátima, who is six, and Valentina, who is ten. We intentionally visited only part of it, hoping to leave them wanting to come back. Sometimes, less is more. We stopped in front of a photograph...

Chronicle of deaths foretold

Today, I feel that occupational health and safety in Costa Rica resembles that unnamed town on the Colombian Caribbean coast. Since 2014, a report has been published that answers questions such as: who is getting injured, in which regions, and how many days of...

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...