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Mamá
Luis Carlos Galán.
Born 29 September 1943 in Charalá, Santander, Colombia. Assassinated 18 August 1989 (aged 45) in Soacha, Cundinamarca, Colombia, while running for President in the 1990 elections.
Petrona
all politicians were salt statues compared to Galán?
Mamá
Haha
Haha
Haha. A better simile is trust is lost by the bucket, and regained by the thimble.
salted? Question
Papá
Papá.
He boasted that he could name at least a third of the 128 paramilitary groups in Colombia:
Haha wow
I couldn’t even grasp the simplest of concepts—what
Haha - that’s because it really doesn’t make sense. You’re not missing “simple concepts” at all.
Haha
dear one
Galán
Haha
Haha
la Soltera
how symbolic it must have looked—a seven-year-old girl gazing out below a row of Galán faces, giant and feverish, trumpeting some kind of future.
Profesor Tomás,
said if you didn’t like Galán you were either apolitical or in a coma.
Haha
This was the conventional, two-step procedure for making friends, but Petrona blushed, and her eyes teared up, then became frosted in what seemed like anger.
maybe Petrona didn’t have a television.
We knew what it was like to feel different.
There were rumors that Mamá had Sold It. One parent said, “Poor women don’t rise from pov...
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That was why Cassandra and I played alone.
Petrona
Boyacá,
the Hills, in Bogotá,
I was not good at watching children.
You’re a little woman now. Marry or go to work.
Gabriela
the hut held up by the old electricity pole.
gaseosa.
The last time I had been this far out into the city was when my family first arrived and we had to beg for coins at stoplights.
Señora Alma
Haha
The Santiagos’ neighborhood was clean and there was planning,
Mami said if just one of them became a doctor or a priest, it would be our ticket out of the invasión. All the mothers in the Hills said something of the sort, but I hadn’t seen it work out for anyone.
the look of our farmhouse in Boyacá after it was torched by paramilitary.
Awful. And worse, see p. 158
the once-a-month big city blackout
In our neighborhood blackouts were like carnaval.
Cassandra...
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the adults, who congregated on the sidewalks complaining and dancing.
Petrona.
Haha
Chula,
Haha
