Good Afternoon dear reader. I have had one more blog posting percolating since my last post. Now that I have had some time to be home again and tomorrow I begin a new course load at UTS, I thought this would be a good time to send out a few more thoughts about this trip.
Since coming home again I have had many people ask me the question, “How was your trip?” What then do I say? It was fun? It was awesome? It was challenging? It was a great learning experience? It was eye opening? Yes, yes, yes and yes. All of the above and more.
I do know that the effect this trip has had on me is not finished. I think for a very long time if not for the rest of my life, there will be teachings from this experience that will continue to come to me—perhaps in moments that I least expect it.
I also know that this will not be my only such experience, because I feel strongly that I will try to make other similarly focused trips in the future, perhaps even back to Chiapas.
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After our passports had been collected and examined, our group was allowed through the gate and asked to enter the auditorium. The building reminded me of the barn where I used to work with horses: simple wood plank walls with no insulation, cracks of sunlight showing through; many poles holding up the rafters and the plastic roof. The floor was compacted dirt with dried pine needles scattered all over it—remnants from a past celebration. On the far side of the building, seated on a slightly raised stage, were four figures, two men and two women, faces obscured by black ski masks. A few rows of wooden benches were arrayed in front of them, and the prospect of crossing that wide expanse of dirt floor to seat ourselves in front of these silent figures was incredibly intimidating. They murmured to each other as we approached, and I wondered what they saw when they looked at us.
Once we were all seated at their feet, Teresa asked permission to translate. There were some details to work out, such as writing down all our names and where we were from on a piece of paper, as well as the questions we would like them to answer, if they were able. There was the surprise announcement that we would not be continuing on to La Magdalenas, which Cathy wrote about in our post for Day 06.
But then they began to speak to us, voices gentle, quiet, reserved. Their words, delivered so peacefully, struck me and etched themselves into my heart, and I will never forget them. This is what they said.
Words from the Zapatista Council of Good Government at Oventic: Continue reading