I’ve been writing lately about how I’ve left my heart in Peru. My heart was snatched back right to my home country this week when thinking about more deaths in police custody.
My heart is breaking thinking about Baltimore.
It’s as simple as that.
My internet has been in and out for some time. When it flickered back on this evening, I see that the National Guard is being called out because of the rioting in Baltimore.
I was happy today. I’ll probably cry once I lay down to sleep tonight.
I honestly don’t know for my country. I understand the anger. I understand the violence, but I want peace. I want truth. I want justice.
I want America to have a Truth and Reconciliation Act like South Africa and gacaca courts like Rwanda.
I want a change.
But, for now, I just have my thoughts, an oscillating fan, and a silent apartment in Venezuela that is thousands of miles away from home and from my people.