a day in the life of carolina with a long i sound
she awakes at 5 am to go for her morning run down the dirt ¨¨highway¨¨. people stare at her as she passes but she only stares back....afterall they are the ones with buckets on their heads.
later she returns to splash herself clean with a bucket of crisp, cool water which feels nice after the long hot run. she eats her already made breakfast of refried beans, eggs, fried banananas, and corn tortillas. she says no to the coffee and receives wide eyes and looks. after lunch she heads out with her counter part carrying coolers full of vacinations. they hitch a ride part of the way only breaking for a moment to throw a bag of trash out the window down a mountain. carolina laughs at even the thought of recycling. when they arrive to the dirty, run down school house a man yells through a megaphone in.....that language, calling people for their shots. they arrive and the white girl puts drops of the pollio vaccine and vitamin ´a´ in their mouths making all the little kids cry. later they walk back throuigh cobble stone streets, up and down dirt paths, through creaks and streams only to arrive to the prepared lunch of refried beans, eggs, fried bananas, and corn tortillas. afterwards carolina and her food baby lay down to take a mid day nap. she later awakes to the sound of her best friend, the 7 year old granddaughter tapping on the window....again speaking in .....that language. they eat frozen juice together and play games such as ¨guess the number i´m holding behind my back¨. after a few hours of that they sit under the mango tree in the backyard and eat the endless supply of the fruit fresh. a few more hours go by, carolina may read her book in....that language..., write in her journal, or perharps rearrange her room for the 3rd time that day. finally after a long day she sits down to her dinner of refried beans, eggs, fried banananas, and yes...corn tortillas. as she eats she realizes that she has had this meal before....but it doesn´t matter...its still good and she still craves it. she thinks there may be an addictive drug within the mixture? after goofing around with the family a bit and receiving a few staticie phone calls she lays down in her ¨¨casita¨¨ to sleep for the night. she awakes in the middle fo the night sweating her nonexistant balls off coming to realize that the electricity has gone out once again and her fan no longer functions. falling back into the heat coma she dreams of beans and banananas and corn tortillas.
later she returns to splash herself clean with a bucket of crisp, cool water which feels nice after the long hot run. she eats her already made breakfast of refried beans, eggs, fried banananas, and corn tortillas. she says no to the coffee and receives wide eyes and looks. after lunch she heads out with her counter part carrying coolers full of vacinations. they hitch a ride part of the way only breaking for a moment to throw a bag of trash out the window down a mountain. carolina laughs at even the thought of recycling. when they arrive to the dirty, run down school house a man yells through a megaphone in.....that language, calling people for their shots. they arrive and the white girl puts drops of the pollio vaccine and vitamin ´a´ in their mouths making all the little kids cry. later they walk back throuigh cobble stone streets, up and down dirt paths, through creaks and streams only to arrive to the prepared lunch of refried beans, eggs, fried bananas, and corn tortillas. afterwards carolina and her food baby lay down to take a mid day nap. she later awakes to the sound of her best friend, the 7 year old granddaughter tapping on the window....again speaking in .....that language. they eat frozen juice together and play games such as ¨guess the number i´m holding behind my back¨. after a few hours of that they sit under the mango tree in the backyard and eat the endless supply of the fruit fresh. a few more hours go by, carolina may read her book in....that language..., write in her journal, or perharps rearrange her room for the 3rd time that day. finally after a long day she sits down to her dinner of refried beans, eggs, fried banananas, and yes...corn tortillas. as she eats she realizes that she has had this meal before....but it doesn´t matter...its still good and she still craves it. she thinks there may be an addictive drug within the mixture? after goofing around with the family a bit and receiving a few staticie phone calls she lays down in her ¨¨casita¨¨ to sleep for the night. she awakes in the middle fo the night sweating her nonexistant balls off coming to realize that the electricity has gone out once again and her fan no longer functions. falling back into the heat coma she dreams of beans and banananas and corn tortillas.
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