CORRAL FOR MOM.
(stories to meet the shots)
(stories to meet the shots)
January 2009.
To whom it may concern:
At dawn, as itself, the news came. Coldest night was cold, and at daybreak, we discover as a hole, as if something is missing, as if we had lost something of its own.
The geography where we have had to fight us, we, the Zapatistas, is widespread. On maps bearing the name "Mexico" and walk their corners is a task even more extensive.
The schedule of the Sixth arrived at one of the strangest places, because despite what the map and the mileage indicated, history, the complex network of calendars and geographies below, pointed out one of our aching hearts : Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua.
Ciudad Juárez. The young working girls killed with impunity. Killed for being female, being young, being ... to be working. The dignity of rage of the people of Lomas de Poleo, resisting attacks, cheating, slander, silence.
Mama The Corral.
No, I'm not going to tell her story. That it is up to all this time who were and are at your side, fighting for the presentation of l @ s @ s. DISAPPEARED
went to talk to her. It was a private meeting with her and other relatives of missing @ s. So I asked her, so ask us. It was in the room of your home. There we piled about 15 or 20 people.
Doña Concepción García de Corral was older and stronger ....
calendars As if looking for her son, Jose de Jesus, she had not been exhausted. As if not giving further allowed to see.
talked the family compas. What they said less, said: "We want to know the truth."
Doña Concepción went further: "If God has given me so many years is because José de Jesus is alive and I will find" .
No, I do not remember if those were his exact words, but I think the feeling.
After I spoke.
I did not say much ...
O I told her everything ...
Not far I remember, but I think I said what I wanted to be told my family if I had time, place and manner: we did not go because the wanted, but because we love them, but otherwise, with otherwise.
not make me much attention, but I think that's when I hugged Doña Concepción García de Corral and told the hearing: "Mom Corral."
Then I left.
I always leave.
again came geographies and calendars to take us and bring us. But in them and they knew it.
I think even when we spent a text. Must walk around, I think.
Maybe they read it. Perhaps smiled. Perhaps he understood that we told her: "here we are and do not forget."
And now I was writing a story because someone was sick and something had to give a remedy, even if only from afar.
And also because I have a lot of letters of protest. Some medical societies called upbraiding by my statements against the injections, and others are angry because mamac stayed with the prepared syringe and the victim in turn refused to torture, arguing a case about an alleged national control program that allegedly prohibited the production, trafficking and consumption of injections. Total, which in short makes me responsible for the most terrible epidemics and endemics. Lie
have not received letters of protest. But ringing in my ears, which, according to my mother, it means they are bad things about you.
Then I pressed for Lupita and Tonita, I worked in my lab to produce a medical alternative to injections. And then came the first these "Tales to meet the shots" .
While awaiting the decision of the commanders on whether they did or not a sporting and cultural March 8, arrived at dawn, the news of the death of Mother Corral.
came in a letter, signed by the Committee of Mothers of the Disappeared Political Chihuahua, which ended: "Subcomandante Marcos you will receive our thanks and our condolences. Corral mom is gone, but still more strongly to their side and ours. Receive a big hug and our blessing ".
Dolio. A lot.
more then I reread those lines and I thought yes, that is on our side and our side. So, with the respective permit, I made some changes and modifications to the first Tales to meet the injections " and told Mom Corral, Helena, and all mamac with flower skin pain as I transcribe below:
I. - Cure for heartache:
The story of the other leaf.
There once was a slip up a tree, at the top. The leaf was happy because I was so close and it leaves that were sung when the wind moved. And far away I could see the leaf, the whole valley and up the surrounding mountains.
course had its drawbacks because, for example, had many leaves as fast as they did together gossip. "You saw that so and so is doing very attached to that other" , sometimes saying. And it was a lot of noise because then they knew the gossip and then answered: "and look who's talking, if you will spend all your time next to that of beyond" . So much fighting the leaves together, and in itself.
And it happened that, when it rained, the top leaves were the first to get wet and could not say that "what is nice to see rain and not get wet."
But had its compensations, because when the sun rose, the above were the first leaves to dry.
Well, that was the leaf of this story, in the swing of rain and sun, when a strong wind came and tore the branch where I was living. And the little leaf began to fly, taking turns, up and down drafts.
"How cool!" said he was half leaf skateboarders.
"Síííííííííí!" , cried when he could make a double loop near the roof of a hut. Then a gust of wind brought it to a cloud that had a pint of many colors that read "Freedom and Presentation l @ s DISAPPEARED s s political prisoners" .
And another read: "The great thing about clouds is that here scratching fails the test" .
And so he wandered from place to place the leaf.
But the wind went left with his song to another party and the law of gravity is applied rigorously, so the leaf, almost like not wanting, was to reach the ground.
"Orale!" , he told the leaf, "Now what shall I do?" .
The leaf wanted to return back to the top of the tree. Although they were very gossipy, there were her friends. And though it was the first to get wet with rain, it was also the first to warm in the sun and could see very far. And though the wind knock again, she could try new pirouettes that is already taking place, even thought a cloud with letters scratched in many fun colors and sizes and claim freedom and justice.
The leaf proved to walk, but as always had been seized from a tree branch, just as it was not given the caminadera .
Then an ant went through where I was. Recognized the leaf, because it was an ant that had once been at the top of the tree and even gave him a bite of the leaf.
"Hello!" , welcomed the leaf to the ant.
"Who are you? Did you know ", said the ant, as usual, he was bad.
The leaf is presented: "My name Hojita and live on the top of the tree, but I fell and now I want to go home but do not know how, can you help?" .
The ant stared at her, then stared at the tree, then was again looking at the leaf. It took looking at the ant. Already
then said "I do not post now and that Rome is screwed, because you would have to load and then would have to climb the tree tooooodo without being eaten by birds or the anteater. And then, if we get to the top because the problem will be how you cling to the branch that touches you ".
The leaf was looking at the ant and then stared at the tree. It took looking at the leaf, so it was already gripping the ant mode. Already
then said "no problem, because we can go to buy stationery glue or I can get good strong branch that touches me" .
The ant heard from the leaf and looked at her and ... well, and we are not going to say it took at her because otherwise the story is too long.
Then the ant said "Ta Bueno , I'll take you, but first I have to go see my comadre corn because to ask me and I ran. Are you here with me or expect me to return? "
The leaf thought that when the ant found his comadre , would by looking at and the story would be complete without her solve her problem, so he answered: "I'll come! And serve in passing buy stationery glue in "
Then the ant uploaded to the leaf on the back and started walking towards his house comadre .
By the way, the leaf was looking at many things I did not know ... or knew, but views from the top of the tree where she lived.
and went to the side of the stone maverick, he wanted to be a cloud, and was very large. While the stone looked unhappy to exercise to lose weight, the leaf thought "After that from above they look very other things" .
O are not " said the ant, in addition to being angry person could hear what they thought of other beings.
"Yes, or are not," was thinking of the leaf.
kept walking.
Well, I walked the ant, because the leaf was just looking at the same world as seen from above but which, seen from below, was another world.
And much world watched the leaf.
For example, looked at the Bad and the Evil dresses from governments, businesses, aircraft bombing children of police beating and killing young @ s @ s and disappearing social fighter, men violating women, chasing the other loves, racists, radio and television broadcasters, journalists, political analysts, commissioners of thought.
But it looked like a beetle and a helmet, smoking a pipe and writing in an ultra-mini-micro-computer.
And he looked at the Lupita and Tonita playing with a giraffe who presented them at the Festival of Dignified Rage. And when I looked at Sup girls said that they were giraffes, which were some cows and they had stretched their necks because they wanted to make soup, but the cows are not allowed and resisted and cows were a rebel and that his neck had been stretched by its resistance, but they were giraffes. And she saw Lupita Toñita and scolding the Sup and showed him a book about animals to see that if they were giraffes and cows that were not with its neck outstretched. And she saw the Sup told them that was not true that the book had done the same who wanted to stock cows. That is not to publish that his crime had said Sup And she saw the girls brought some injections because they said that the Sup was sick and so saying stupid things, and they were going to cure the Area and saw that the Sup ran and ran. And it did not look if you hit him.
and looked at the dark side of the moon, when Shadow, the warrior, had been carrying on a backstrap.
And he looked at Elias Contreras, Research Commission of the EZLN, bring flowers to the tomb of Mary Magdalene.
And he looked to the Old Antonio forging a cigarette in sheet bender.
And she saw men and Indian women, who had never been to school, explain the world to a researcher with a doctorate in social sciences.
And she saw the Zapatista troops doing the hut for Insurgent Radio.
talking and looked at Moy with the Autonomous Agrarian Commissions on a land problem.
And he looked at a couple touching with all the bare skin, and saw that it did not matter if the partner was a woman and man or man and man or woman and woman, or otr otr @ and @.
And she saw someone scratching on a wall "A wall without graffiti is like a cone without ice cream" , and saw that the wall became the flag.
and saw that nobody was prepared to face Polyphemus.
And he looked at the calendar and found walking geographies.
All this and much more looked at the leaf, but they are for other stories.
finally arrived where comadre of the ant and, as expected, the c omagre was not because they came fast and had to work on another story, so I went to buy stationery glue.
The leaf, with all that had looked as he had forgotten he was going to buy glue. So I said to the clerk of stationery: "I want a notebook and some crayons fun" .
The clerk replied, "Perhaps they're fun crayons. Colored pencils are colored pencils "
From there followed a long discussion about the ability or not inanimate objects feelings, discussion we're going to jump because if not the story is going the other way.
Well, it turns out, the leaf got your crayons, your notebook and glue (because the ant reminded why they had gone to the stationery).
already then, the ant and the leaf reached the foot of the tree. Already
would begin to rise when, wham, it felt like an earthquake. Everything started to creak and how to break.
As if to disarm a puzzle and the parts are disordered.
radio, television and newspapers up and not say anything because it also had been disarmed, so I knew that was because they published the alternative media.
It turns out that the Zapatistas, the Zapatistas had won the war against oblivion and everyone was turning head and leaving it all wrong.
And the sun no longer rose in the east, but to the west.
And what was up was down, and what was down was above.
And then it turns out, to go to the branch where the leaf was living, had now come down, instead of rising to the top of the tree.
"Mta magre" chorused the leaf and the ant, and began to discuss among themselves.
is because the leaf blamed the ant because it took a long look and in that time the Zapatistas, the Zapatistas, they won and turned the world upside down.
"If the world is already full" , and said the Zapatistas, the Zapatistas, and, as usual, no one understood.
Tan-tan.
Vale. Patient health and rage, Mom Corral, patient anger.
SupMarcos.
Mexico, January 2009.
