SHORT STORY: \u201cMIGUEL DE LOS \u00c1NGELES\u201d<\/h2>\n
By Dinora Centes<\/strong><\/p>\n His feet touched water. Sitting while resting and refreshing himself in the stagnant remnants of the rain, he thought, no, he was no longer thinking, the midday sun had beaten him, now he just wanted to get back, but it was too far. So was the capital. He had no escape, nowhere to go. Better to just keep on.<\/p>\n From a distance he saw the usual group of patrol cars. He didn\u2019t greet them. He felt his face sink into the ground and couldn\u2019t speak. Air stopped reaching his lungs.<\/p>\n -\u201cWhat are you doing and why are you out at this hour?\u201d<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t respond. He couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n -\u201cPut him in the car and let\u2019s go, we\u2019ll figure it out later.\u201d<\/p>\n He was still sprawled on the ground when two giant men picked him up by his legs and threw him in an old and dusty car, full of other men who, like him, wore the sun inscribed on their skin. He didn\u2019t complain, nor could he cry. He didn\u2019t know that tears were a right in any language. His bare feet were asleep and cold, and for a moment he thought he had lost them. Within two hours Mar\u00eda is going to be happy, she\u2019s going to have the baby, then nothing, not happiness nor sleep. Hunger and war. Government politics.<\/p>\n -\u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/p>\n What are you going to say, Miguel de los \u00c1ngeles? That you left home looking for a midwife, but she arrived at your house before you did? Nothing. You can\u2019t, Miguelito, first because nobody is going to believe you and second because you don\u2019t know how to talk. Well, yes you do, but you can\u2019t here, Miguelito. This is the land of the white man and his authority. Your authority is there in the hills, in the cornfields, and according to the father, hopefully, let us pray to God the Almighty, in heaven. But Miguel, what good will heaven do for you now?<\/p>\n -\u201cLeave him be. Maybe he\u2019s mute. You mute?\u201d<\/p>\n
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<\/a>\u2014 Dinora Centes is a young activist from the Department of Guatemala. She completed her studies in the field of Sociology at the Universidad de San Carlos de Guatemala and is an avid reader and writer. She currently participates in -MALVA-, a popular feminist collective. She is committed to the education and training of the country\u2019s girls and women in hopes of building a more inclusive country<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"