La Maquila

i live in zona 2, which is near zona 1, the center of guatemala city. i am re-reading El señor presidente right now and all of the action takes place within a half-mile radius of the house.

four other people live in here, all boys. i sleep in an alcove off of the living room and i have a huge desk to pile all of my books on. i never use desks to work at, only to organize my books and papers. i work at the kitchen table, or on the coffee table.

i live with an ex-cop and a black belt, both of whom are also former priests, a very tall australian and a totally laid-back costa rican. and antonio, a displaced malagueño, who used to live in the maquila, but moved out for a woman. the woman didn´t work out and i suspect he´d rather be back with us. it´s a good set up, overall. and i kind of like being the only girl.

we also live with a bunch of cucarachas. but, as josé (the costa rican) says, "we´re like the buddhists, we respect all life." and since i´m also a cucaracha metida, of sorts, that´s ok. anyways, smashing cucarachas is gross, and insecticide is nastier.

anyways, this entry is dedicated to the boys, who in the midst of about 21 empty gallo cans threatened to find my blog today and disseminate the address via gmail. a ver cuánto tardan...