The World Is A Heap Of People,

If The Past Has Nothing To Say To The Present, History May Go On Sleeping Undisturbed In The Closet Where The System Keeps Its Old Disguises.

Because Every Single One Of Us Has Something To Say To The Others, Something That Deserves To Be Celebrated Or Forgiven By Others

I Remember That - You Know, I Didnt Receive A Formal Education. I Was Educated In The Montevideo Cafe, In The Cafes Of Montevideo. There, I Received My First Lessons In The Art Of Telling Stories, Storytelling.

I Was A Terrible History Student. They Taught Me History As If It Were A Visit To A Wax Museum Or To The Land Of The Dead. I Was Over Twenty Before I Discovered That The Past Was Neither Quiet Nor Mute.

In The Struggle Of Good Against Evil, It's Always The People Who Get Killed.