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[...] Each Of Us Is Born With A Box Of Matches Inside Us But We Can't Strike Them All By Ourselves

Tita Knew Through Her Own Flesh How Fire Transforms The Elements, How A Lump Of Corn Flour Is Changed Into A Tortilla, How A Soul That Hasn't Been Warmed By The Fire Of Love Is Lifeless, Like A Useless Ball Of Corn Flour.

No Matter How Successful A Relationship May Be, Both Sexually And Emotionally, The Lack Of Money Can Hamper And Undermine, Little By Little, Even The Greatest Passion.

Then She Cried Without Tears, Which Is Said To Hurt Even More Like Dry Labor.

Once Again She Would Arrive At A Foreign Place. Once Again Be The Newcomer, An Outsider, The One Who Did Not Belong. She Knew From Experience That She Would Quickly Have To Ingratiate Herself With Her New Masters To Avoid Being Rejected Or, In More Dire Cases, Punished. Then There Would Be The Phase Where She Would Have To Sharpen Her Senses In Order To See And Hear As Acutely As Possible So That She Could Assimilate Quickly All The New Customs And The Words Most Frequently Used By The Group She Was To Become A Part Of--so That Finally, She Would Be Judged On Her Own Merits.