Dawn A red oriental sphere hanging from a white background sky greeted me as I opened the door. The sudden contrast between the spartan writing quarters with cream coloured walls and the intense red of fission, startled me. The Japanese flag came to mind for a couple of seconds. I went back and fetched my […]Read more "Re-turning; A road trip – day 4"
Across the barricade / It is close to eleven at night when we arrive into one of the access points of the town of Cheran. We had been driving very slowly across neighbouring towns and the very short strips of road without houses that told them apart. While at the wheel of our light […]Read more "Across the barricade (Cheran)"
It was the Children’s Peace Theatre camp with La Bufon S.O.S.ial that took me to Cheran. I had for several years followed citizen rights and security being gradually compromised by organised crime, specially drug trafficking, with serious social implications in the State of Michoacan, of which the town of Cheran is part. While in […]Read more "Cheran: back to the Commons"