Last month my host family invited me to stay with them November 11th because early early early (3:30am) on November 12th they would begin the celebration of return from the refugee camps in Honduras during El Salvador's Civil War (1980-1992).
The morning began with a morning melody played by the band (below)
moments after the first few notes my little host brother, Christian's silhouette appeared as he flung open my bedroom door. Kreeee staaaalll! he yelled, I smiled and awoke with my arms stretched out
Cristian jumped in bed with me and curled up. He whispered, will you go outside with me to see the band?
I squeezed him and whispered back "vamos!" |
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