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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...

In Praise of Experience

A few days ago, we held a basketball game between the students and professors at the university where I teach. To say we held it is just a figure of speech. Or rather, it’s something only those of us who won the game say, because, against all odds, we...

A loan where we all win

Juan lives in Orosi, surrounded by mountains where you can hear the murmur of the river winding through the valley. His days are spent tending to a few small plots of land and dreaming of expanding his property to produce more coffee. A neighbor wanted to sell him a...

A paradise of volcanoes and bananas

A few weeks ago, I visited visual artist Moisés Barrios in his studio in Guatemala City. Moisés showed me his most recent pictorial work and invited me to write a text to accompany his exhibition Paradisiaca. In this text, I explore the main elements that are...

Nomadic rivers

After four hours on the road, the bus stopped on a gravel road next to one of those endless pineapple farms in the northern Caribbean. Luckily, it wasn’t pouring with rain, as is almost always the case during the rainy season. There was barely any rain. Armed...