No, we are not talking about the revolution that occurred during the 50s and headed by Ernesto Che Guevara and Fidel Castro. Many authors have already talked about it. The revolution we mean is more recent, less known abroad and totally non-violent. It is a...
After three changes of minibus and a long run on the winding and verdant roads that connects Mexico and Guatemala, we arrive at Panajachel, on lake Atitilan, where we climb on a small motor boat to reach the village of San Pedro. It is getting...
Compas of the Caracol* "Torbellino palabras de nuestras palabras" (whirlwind of our words) - Morelia, Chiapas State (Mexico) The Good Governance junta "Corazon del arcoiris de nuestra esperanza" (Heart of the rainbow of our hope) - Morelia, Chiapas State (Mexico) Caracol, literally means snail but in...
Women are the very core of the association. According to Maria, many women -even very young- arrive at Yach´il Antzetic because they are pregnant without being married or victims of sexual violence. Sometimes their own families are responsible. These women are alone, isolated and with...
(Thanks to Laura Piermartiri for the translation) From the 46th floor of the Latin-American tower, it is impossible to see the boundaries, immense and located at 2,200 meters above sea-level. The roofs of the houses stretch as far as the eye can see out of Mexico Valley, part of the Texcoco lake...
It seems to be in a movie but we are not. The bad: the greedy managers of the american university allying with real estate speculators and transnational companies;against the good: normal people, shy and smiling youngsters, smiling, middle-aged retired ladies who cultivate a piece of land...
(Thanks to Joanna Amoroso for the translation) It is 11 pm and San Francisco airport is calm. We quickly pick up our bags and we approach the exit trying to take the last train to the city centre, but it is too late. We decide to...
The sun shines above the big trees along the avenue, the village streets are empty, deserted in this lazy and soporific Monday afternoon in April. We left behind the sparkling and colorful Seville, just over 80 kilometers of highway and 30 of lush hills, green,...
(translated by Maria Grazia Patania) Once we leave Lisboa we fly over the Atlantic Ocean to San Francisco. We make 2 stopovers –one in the Azores and one in Boston. After roughly 2 hours from our takeoff we land in Punta Delgada where we are asked...
