ABSTRACT
We spent most of yesterday telling stories. Someone says, Krik? You answer, Krak! And they say, I have many stories I could tell you, and then they go on and tell these stories to you, but mostly to themselves. Sometimes it feels like we have been at sea longer than the many years I have been on earth. The sun comes up and goes down. That is how you know it has been a whole day. I feel like we are sailing to Africa. Maybe we will go to Guinin, to live with the spirits, to be with everyone, who has come and died before us.… They treat Haitians like dogs in the Bahamas, a woman says. To them, we are not human. Even though their music sounds like ours. Their people look like ours. Even though We had the same African fathers who probably crossed these same seas together.
