Raising your voice when no one else dared Out of fear of rattling cages, built of lies and dread Screaming, in the streets of the south and the global north to expose the truth and make the responsible pay  for 70 years of pricing children  but never of loving them Showing the world the face of anger and hurt that produces a system so corrupt, classist and capitalist but still ever so painted in words like child protection and humanitarian aid Sticking your nose in the affairs of politicians...

Two different timelines, living one…visiting the other one when I can One familiar, the other new but feels more like home…a reality that could have been. I am often seen as a foreigner in both worlds. I have come to accept this… maybe we are all bridges between these two worlds. At each moment I decide where I belong. Many try to tell me who I am, but the truth is that I am from here and there. Soy de acá y allá. Try to place me in one of your categories, so you can feel at ease, you will...

Don’t take me away again, to leave it to chance to be reconnected with these mountains and indigenous lands for another three decades. ...