Many times we tend to fall into a fantasy world where the reality of an individual is nothing else around it, and this is what is not allowed to have a vision of life, to really understand the life out there. I remember the not-too-distant year of 1994, when the above, ie, the leaders told us the story that Mexico would enter the first world with its entry into the Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) and all imagined a new dawn that first January, as in a fairy tale, where everything changes through a magic wand. Oh surprise! Not so, nor when the change of the millennium, where the twenty-first century would be quite different, without hunger, without poverty, without wars, without divisions, without frustrations. Surprise! Nor has it been like in these 9 years of this new century. Sometimes it is necessary to go far to really understand this world full of people indifferent. A very dear friend, told me recently, for example, that when he spoke of Chiapas, thought it was all bush and jungle with monkeys hanging in trees and also told me that many people think that everything is Cancun beach, not everything is Tijuana sex, tequila and marijuana, and everything is dead Chihuahua Juarez northern states all is drug trafficking.
I want to share the following paradoxes of modernity and life.
going well ... One
My herman @ s, a tod @ s:
Hi how are writing to you from the other side, from the Rio Seco, Takiukum, Chenalho, Chiapas ; the morning north, the gray fog-covered mountain with a cold that a child can not stand but support it, is their habitat, nature, world, land ... my land is not, but here we are, here I am, a need for education ... a challenge of my life, an experience ... While since I had already lived in this world ... different from my hometown, also there is no poverty, inequality, but not so here in this blessed land, is the other Chiapas, the poverty, the forgotten, but there ... live and they want their place ... because in this short time here I've seen in my children, my students ... sadness, the innocence of their looks, they also claim an education, health and shelter ... they also want to live ... excel ... be someone in this life ... not be forgotten. 
has sometimes crossed my mind, give up, because I have seen the need, the suffering in the short time that I have, I call suffering because I'm not used to this life, because I have acculturated to another world, simply need to learn and excel ... but still not lose or forget my roots ... my life ... my land, I do not wish to live what I'm living, what I experience now, but I admire these people who live in these lands ... because they live their world, with the lack ... but I guess they are happy ... I do not know ... education has improved recently ... poorly because this school has the technology of the internet ... slow but there is and here I am writing ... not because of laziness but because the nature thus allows us to ... God lives and dies on hunger ... God bless my brothers and friends always ... and my lifetimes.
PD ... I share this little recipe, this brief passage of my life ... you have to study, work tomorrow even succeed ...
With respect, affection, love and peace winds ...
Bajlum.
Two Brothers
tod @ s:
are well yesterday I hope I disconnect my computer because it was light and I could not connect again, and I leave the community today, tomorrow I no longer work today is not my students came very ugly climate, very cold there, and had long since I had no sleep in a community, it is very sad but learn to know the reality in which we live, never crossed my mind to stay and learn here, I walked a stretch to see the village as it was raining there was so much mud and fog, you see around all white, and I wondered to myself - What am I doing here? - And I remembered when we lived in Limar, but our people is very different, because there is a Miami Beach, a New York, ja ja ja, is very lonely and sad here, really, you know oblivion here, you know the sadness, loneliness for you, but those who live here have no more than another, and here are their houses, its mountains, its nature and I realize that makes you stronger and more mature and bizarre all ... Beware eager Ichino and check your work, here is another world and beyond ... much poverty here and there a lot of wealth (not entirely) what paradox? ... Dear God a thousand blessings and I always take care of them ...
I love you ... you too aunt.
PD ... Kamarada I love them very much looking forward too and throw him to work and live the good life ... I share this tiny passage in my life, my experience ... how There are many paradoxes in this world, naturally rich in its customs and traditions ... Take care and see you soon.
Three
My children Chiapas
Chiapas are children of flesh and bone. Are the color of the earth and are rebellious. Lacandon Jungle is your home. Live there, that's their world, enjoy it as any child of Tuxtla Gutierrez, Mexico City, Monterrey, Cancun, etc.. ... Although for them to Nintendo, Xbox, P2P, TV or other devices of modern technology are alien to them, their world too enviable. They called children of modernity, the new era, of flesh and bone, known as the palm of your hand the types of trees that make up its natural habitat. Run outdoors, breathing pure oxygen ... the world is nature. His toys are branches, rocks, swimming and the pan ... and if anyone has a bike how lucky!
These are my children of Chiapas who pretend to be an army of dreamers to fight for a better world, to fight for life. They are still far away, or perhaps not get to play at being the Power Rangers or Knights of the Zodiac.
These are my children not to play at being a parent, or doctor and patient, is played here by learning to grow corn, beans and coffee. Are my children that I hope you get a different tomorrow.
Here them to play with life learning to survive, where childhood ends at 6 or 7 years.
Finally, the maestro Mario Benedetti:
When we were kids
old had about thirty
a puddle was an ocean
outright death
not exist.
Then when boys
were people older than forty
a pond was an ocean
death only
a word
Then when we got married
the elders were in the fifties
lake was an ocean
death was the death
of others.
veterans now
and gave him to reach the truth
the ocean is the ocean view
but death is becoming
ours .
continued ...
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