EVERYONE KNOWS IT ALREADY
In the middle of the mountains sanctuary was discovered
by a group of Cabecar Indians.
They did not leave voluntarily,
But they were forced to move away
out of the ”settlers’” way.
The ones who stayed could not respond
to the intolerance
that gives with one hand and takes with the other.
They vanished into thin air.
The others fled in order to stay alive
making their way through the mountains and
But only some reached the destination,
a river valley at the end of a journey through the wilderness.
Once there, bitterness and despair grew stronger.
Their own land and history left behind,
- not because of the hostility of nature
but for the greed of man.
No more collecting leaves and seeds.
Their own gods have been annulled and another introduced.
And healers, with all their knowledge,
crying into emptiness a cross in their hands.
But there is no point calling for god to help,
they need money in order to get some.
A little corn and beans are harvested from
small patches of land,
from steep and rough hills.
Humiliated is how they feel
cultivating barren land and bearing their meagre
produce to the village to sell.
Dominated, they do not know
how to stand up for themselves.
They wanted to send the Cabecar to school.
Some were grateful for this, some were not.
The children had to be bought uniforms and
forced into organisation.
The journey to school was several kilometres long,
walking in boots over rivers and hills
to avoid snakebites on the lonely paths.
Once there they heard
of Catholic kings, Columbus and Kennedy,
of whom the teacher from far, far away spoke of.
Beaten, having lost their own culture and
they fear strangers and avoid direct eye contact.
Words are also scarce.
Only the necessary is spoken.
But the face reveals it all…