I was born a peasant in a remote rancho in Guerrero, one of Mexico's wildest states. My father, though he claimed political pretensions, was little more than an armed bandit, a highwayman Like so many …
October 15, 1992
I was born a peasant in a remote rancho in Guerrero, one of Mexico's wildest states. My father, though he claimed political pretensions, was little more than an armed bandit, a highwayman Like so many …
So palpably painful was their parting that even above the bus’s noisy idle and squawking children, it seemed that anyone who passed by could hear the break between mother and child. I did.