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Walter Estever GonzalezThe Times of Israel (Blogs) |
I no longer remember his real name. Everyone called him Calavera—the Spanish word for “Skull.” His real name disappeared long ago, but the...
There are sounds that never completely leave the body. They fade for years, hide beneath work, distance, language, and adulthood. Then one afternoon,...
There are memories that return first as light. Not faces. Not names. Not even fear. Only flashes against the darkness. When I was a child during the...
There are memories that remain suspended between childhood and catastrophe. At the time they happen, they do not feel historical. They do not announce...
There are nights that never end. They do not remain in the past. They return quietly, without warning, and sit beside you as if they had never left....
There are things the body recognizes before the mind has a language for them. When I was a child in El Salvador, I attended a small church with my...
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