ABSTRACT
What was your childhood like? Well now, as I was telling you when we were in that place, when people
threw out those of us who were poor from San Juan Seco, in the San Andrés municipality, only the pioneers were going to be allowed to stay, only the ones who already had land. And they threw us out with our parents, and there was shooting going on! And we-my brothers and sisters and me, we were really scared and we hid and so…Our parents, who knows how they did it? found this forest1 here and because we were just little, well, we were crying because we were sad that we had to leave, right? And then we cheered up again because we were going to see somewhere new, and they said it was really nice. Well then, our parents and some other people, other families, they got hold of some transport and we came over here, we got as far as Mario Sauza with this kind lady who made a little space for us to squash up together, and almost all we had to eat was plants and fruits from the forest, as we’d gone there with so little… and later on they built some houses for us to come over here. My mum said ‘Why don’t you go over there and get something put up, even just a shelter?’2
