Diaries

Why I Volunteer

Claudia’s name is written on a little card on my fridge. One and a half years ago, that death was emblematic, now there have been so many more.

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Love Letter to Honduras

As I studied the stunning, caged macaws from afar, being sat at a nicely polished wooden table with my socio Padilla, I began to entertain deep thoughts of Honduras…

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The Cuba I Dream Of

People from Oriente are no longer palestinos, people from Pinar del Rio are no longer dumb and people from Havana are no longer stuck up & obnoxious.

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