| Christina's tale |
Cristina tells the story of a typical rural family moving to old San Jose - “We left Montezuma because I was unwell as a little girl. I’ve got too many veins. You can see them in my hands. I swelled up in the heat and itched and was always tired. The doctor said that so many veins were preventing the blood from reaching my brain and unless we moved to a cooler climate I wouldn’t survive. The village was all I knew. We always went to sleep when the monkeys passed on their way down the mountain – monos congos would howl at us and carablancas would go past one by one. “Adios,” we yelled. “Papa caught a big cicada and tied it with string to the bed so that we’d be sure to wake up when it started singing about 4 or 5 in the morning. “Me and my big brother and sister were excited about seeing San Jose for the first time but we were also sad because we had to leave our dog Rinso behind with Grandfather. We never realised that Rinso was a brand of soap until later in San Jose (Mama used seeds and washed in the river). I was also sad because I had to sell my pet parrot. It was my best friend and he could talk better than any parrot I’ve ever heard but I had to sell him because I couldn’t arrive in San Jose without shoes.
“We heard that Rinso missed us terribly. Grandfather said that he wouldn’t eat and he went every day at exactly the right time to meet the ferry. One day he didn’t come back and Grandfather went to look for him. “Rinso was just a bag of bones by that time and died halfway between the village and the ferry terminal.”
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