Category: 14 Grandfather Jairo’s Funeral

  • Learning a new trade

    Sweet fifteen   Chapter 14. Grandfather Jairo’s funeral        The tropical rain fell relentlessly, and I felt scared and miserable, listening to my teeth chattering, wet and cold. Once it was dark, we hiked our way through fields in a roundabout way to avoid enemy patrols. After three nights we eventually made it…

  • Sweet fifteen

    Sweet fifteen   Chapter 14. Grandfather Jairo’s funeral        My name is Francisca Diaz. I was born in León, Nicaragua. It has been said that I was born during troubled times, by people who didn’t know what they were talking about.      “When you climb aboard the boat, sit in the back,…

  • A nice guy

    A nice guy   Chapter 14. Grandfather Jairo’s funeral The pond San Lucas del Pulque, Estado de México, Mexico      “Then you’re family!” he expressed as he gave a big hug. “Let me tell you, honey, that for us, Jairo’s family, through and through! Even more so, Jairo’s like if he had been born…

  • A perfect night

    A perfect night   Chapter 14. Grandfather Jairo’s funeral One night before leaving Nicaragua, while still waiting for the nightfall, the fishermen, and the few troops scattered  on the beach, agreed it was the perfect night for transporting personnel: made-to-order and couldn’t-have-been-better; or so they said. Sure enough, the rain was a constant downpour, with…

  • Welcome to El Salvador

    Welcome to El Salvador   Chapter 14. Grandfather Jairo’s funeral      By the time we had finished landing and securing our positions on that solitary beach, it was four AM. We still had an hour and a half wait before daybreak, under the unceasing downpour.      The lot of us huddled together, beneath…

  • Arrival at the Salvadorean coast

    Arrival at the Salvadorean coast   Chapter 14. Grandfather Jairo’s funeral         I arrived in Salvadorean lands by sea, sheltered by the absolute darkest of nights. The tide had reached its highest point, and the breakers washed all the beach under them, submerging it entirely. Because of that fact, it was senseless…

  • Grandfather Jairo’s funeral

    Chapter XIV:  Grandfather Jairo’s funeral “Then you’re family!” he expressed as he gave a big hug. “Let me tell you, honey, that for us, Jairo’s family, through and through! Even more so, Jairo’s like if he had been born in Corinto, if you get my meaning. In the neighbourhood, everybody knows him and knows him…