This post might turn in to a ramble.

How can this picture that I took in 2009 show so much tranquility in a country that is so full of violence?

I read an article today in th NY Times about my birth country, Guatemala. It made me miss my country dearly but at the same time it made me so sad about the violence that takes place there.

I can go on and on about different things that this article brought to mind.

One of the biggest things that always sticks out when I hear, read or see anything Guatemalan is how isolated I feel.

I don’t know anybody else like me. I don’t have any Guatemalan friends. The only Guatemalans I really know are my parents. I grew up not knowing anyone that looked similar to me except for immediate family members. I had nobody to share my culture with. It can be pretty lonely.

At the same time this predicament has made me the highly adaptable person I am. I am ecclectic. At the same time though I feel like I have no set identity because I am so adaptable.

Okay Ramble is over for now.

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