una mas

Another banner day in the slums of Guatemala City. Today we visited a mother who frequently visits us on account of an ongoing issue with her daughter. We had to meet her at the bakery where she works because the barranco (canyon) community where she lives is so steep and labrynth like that we would have never found it on our own. After talking to us for over an house in the bakery (there really is no way to get a word in edgewise without interrupting her, really), we descended into the barranco. At least this one had stairs. On our way we passed a dog and a boy. FR asked the boy if the dog bites, and he replied ¨Sí¨. Stupendous. But no one was bitten. The one-room house was made entirely of lamina (tin sheets) and produced a very unpleasant odor. The surrounding area was littered with very unique trash and other scraps. A cat ate a dead moth out of a bicycle rim, and the señora mentioned (laughing)that she sometimes killed cats for the crime of being black or black-spotted. The interview took over an hour and a half because of the tangential nature of the Señora´s responses. She then left us to climb out of the barranco and find the bus station on our own. All in a day´s work.