Cambio de las Zapatillas
We’ve been back about a month from Europe, hosted the Xunutzi dance group for Tucson Meet Yourself, been to Minneapolis to line up work for next summer and to the Rio Sonora. Finally came a pause and it seemed a good time to write. The subject matter is simple, an account of something I did during a recent trip to Mexico. It’s another small piece of what has become a growing collection of tales and photos we’ve been collecting along the Rio Sonora Valley over the past couple of years.
When we started that project, some of my motivation was to tell the story of the borderlands from a different perspective. Our experiences during that first winter revealed a story that was in stark contrast to the one told by the media. As we got to know more about the area and the people, the stories unfolded almost automatically.
Today I found myself wondering, what was it in those stories that moved me, that often made their telling effortless. It was a question I had never asked, something I had taken for granted. The first thing that came to mind was realizing, how for us, being people who travel a fair amount, who interact with people from many walks of life, how little we know about people and places, that are sometimes very close. I say that about this remote area of northern Mexico, a place that we know better than most Americans. Our time in Europe this past summer reminded me of that even more. read more »
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