The stress of the world, of rushed long work days, of all the injustice, the organized routine hypocrisy makes aching holes in your chest and labours your breathing and hangs from your cheeks as a disproportionate, unreasonable, impossible weight. Then you read something - a poem, a story - little drops of humanity - and... Continue Reading →
The story of my two leg scars.
It was a year since Chavez had died. The opposition violence had started around 3 weeks ago, with blockades set up right outside our barrio, at the main intersection on our side heading to work, and along most of the main roads. They threatened people, often at gun point, if you tried to go past,... Continue Reading →
resistance words 