Viva Jujuy

We had the first day of class, and it was like this. Long live my province, our painted hills, my dove. My home in New Granada; my home in California, my home anywhere in New Spain. Brown-skinned woman, do not separate yourself from the list of those I love.

My most fascinating new student is a domestic employee and prison guard originally from Salta, Argentina; amazingly, I was aware of this before he spoke.

I knew I would do a Ph.D. in languages the moment I first heard that there were also languages written in characters. I do not know how to write in characters yet, but I can write in two alphabets.

When the Emeritus Professor took us to Madrid, I could see the voyage had been undertaken for me, although this had not been intentional. I will know how to write in characters one day.

Axé.


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