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Six of Celestina’s children pretend to
have forgotten her, leaving her living in a room lucky to fit two whole bodies
inside it, though it’s just her, a bed made of boards, and a television
set which sits unused on a shelf.
Even if she had electricity, she would not understand the language of its programs, as none speak her native Kaqchiquel.
Her husband died last year; the two of them had shared the tiny space.
One more son lives up the hill past the
bathroom—two holes made in the ground with wooden boxes placed over them, in
their own wooden box like a stable around them—past his own bathroom which is
not even this: USAID tarps, given for temporary relief housing after natural
disasters, wrap around boards laid atop a hole on the ground. They are wet from
use.
He wears a hat on his head to cover the
consequence of his cancer, whose treatment his family is constantly seeking to
pay for.
Every two months for the past three
years he has gone to the City for treatment.
Because of his illness he does not work;
his wife makes beaded jewelry to make ends meet. Most of the time, she doesn’t:
she borrows from neighbors, friends, whomever—so they might have enough to buy
her husband’s medicine this time, or have food on the table afterwards.
When borrowing fails, they either don’t
eat or don’t buy the medicine.
Though by age Jose doesn’t qualify for
the Feeding Program, his mother does, who asked that he be allowed to go
because of his illness and his poverty.
Bent over and shoeless, though adorned
as if to suggest to the world that being poor does not mean being poorly
dressed, she goes to the kitchen.
A stove is curtained in more USAID
tarps.
It’s about to fall, says Jose’s wife.
Just like the chimney for the stove, which fell a few months ago.
I just want a bed, says Celestina. Or
something else to keep out the cold—the door’s wood’s been rotting for a long
time and all the wind gets in.
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