Without pedigree

Sígueme en https://telegram.me/cronicasdeunainquilina Translated by Marvin Najarro I grew up among the mud, dusty places and rusty sheets. My childhood was a broken and incredibly beautiful poem. I grew up in the heart of a marginalized neighborhood which had a love affair with the village and the grassland. I roamed ravines and climbed fruit trees, ran between rows of cornfields and vegetables and also walked in the long boulevard of my great love, so many dawns.

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Latin America, land of femicide

Sígueme en https://telegram.me/cronicasdeunainquilina Translated by Marvin Najarro The emotional and physical violence that we women experience is an inseparable part of our lives in Latin America. Every day we are harassed, insulted, assaulted, we suffer rape, torture, we are mutilated and are left lying on roadsides and vacant fields, as waste in garbage bags. We are disappeared in clandestine graves. In Latin American we women face fear and we have to beat it down every day to leave our homes and go to study and work. To think that is latent and that this may be the last day we…

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The culture of gender violence

Translated by Marvin Najarro. It is there, we see it every day, is rooted in parenting patterns, in the patriarchal system, in sociocultural factors: violence against women is real and it is also accepted as something natural to our misogynistic and sexist society. For gender violence there are no territorial boundaries nor social class differences, color, creed and level of education. It is imperceptible, because it is underhanded.

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A universal nobody

Yesterday I had an interview for a radio in Spain. Among other things they asked me what I feel to be published in the five continents and not in Guatemala. And that my writings are translated into other languages. This question is recurrent and I never can answer it calmly because there are my emotions and feelings involved. Guatemala has hurt me since I was born, and still hurt me and will hurt me until the day I die. Because I have lived in flesh and blood, its humiliation, blows, classism and oblivion. And this anger and this rage is…

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