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. When I peeked out, because I could not stand the stuffiness, Grandma and Aunt Tulia, Mañe’s wife, were shelling corn at the dining room table.

I spent the night overheated. Movement in the house started early, and I heard everything. Grandma Joaquina made coffee before Uncle Mañe left to check on a piece of land that, he later explained to me, belonged to him and other relatives.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My uncle Mañe

Sometimes they spoke in Spanish, sometimes in Palenquero, which my uncle explained is the language of the people born here, but which my parents did not teach me because they left the town when they were very young.

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