“Growing up, my sisters and I only heard stories of El Salvador and of my grandfather. My father and him became estranged once my father migrated to the United States. It had become a dream and idea to visit El Salvador and him one day. He was merely an image I painted when my father told me stories, a mythical and fictitious being. Once I was in El Salvador, I made it my goal to visit. All I had was a phone number and so I called. My heart was racing, my palms were sweaty, and my head was spinning. Then I heard “hello” it was my Uncle who answered the phone. I paused for a second and then answer “hola soy Tracey Amaya, hija de Mario Amaya estoy en El Salvador y queria ver si los pudiera visitar” He responded and said that I was more than welcomed to come. Monday was the big day, the day I was to meet him and the family I was estranged from in El Salvador. And so I was on my way. I arrived and knocked on the wrong door. As I made my way to the right house, I heard someone above me say “me busca a mi?” I looked up and saw an elder man looking over the balcony. It was him and I could see my fathers reflection in him.”
— The Wonders of Life - My wonderful friend Wendy wrote briefly about her experience as an observer of the 2012 elections in El Salvador and on meeting her grandfather for the first time. I highly recommend the read.
Mar. 17 2012
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