Tree GirlHarper Collins, 13 Απρ 2004 - 225 σελίδες They call Gabriela Tree Girl. Laj Ali Re Jayub in her native language of Quiché. Gabi climbs trees to be within reach of the eagles and watch the sun rise into an empty sky. She is at home among the outstretched branches of the Guatemalan forests. Then one day from the safety of a tree, Gabi witnesses the sights and sounds of an unspeakable massacre. She sees rape and murder -- the ravages of guerrilla warfare. She vows to be Tree Girl no more. Earthbound, she joins the hordes of refugees struggling to reach the Mexican border. She has lost her whole family; her entire village has been wiped out. Yet she clings to the hope that she will be reunited with her youngest sister, Alicia. Over dangerous miles and months of hunger, thirst, and the threat of more violence from soldiers, Gabriela’s search for Alicia and for a safe haven becomes a search for self. Having turned her back on her own identity, can she hope to claim a new life? This novel is based on a true story told to the author one night by the real Tree Girl in a secure safe house in Guatemala. |
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... Mami told me that even before I learned to walk, I pushed away from the safety of her arms and crawled alone to a great encino tree near our ... Mamí encouraged me as each month I climbed still higher. And I believed her. By the time. F ...
... branches, you could fall and be hurt. But Mamí knew I respected trees. Her only warning was "Hold on to your dreams as tightly as you hold to the branches, Gabi." I was too young then to know how dangerous it. 2 TREE GIRL.
... Mamí would cook a big meal, and Papí would give me a wrapped gift. We would celebrate my entrance into womanhood with the whole canton. The old huipil I usually wore had only red and black flowers, but this new huipil I wove especially ...
Ben Mikaelsen. the ancient symbols of my people, the Maya. Mamí had taught me the meaning of the special symbols: animals and faces, squares, triangles, all telling of our beliefs, of the ancients, and of my ancestors. The symbols held ...
... Mamí's sweet voice would float through the trees a second time like a song: "Come now, Gabi. Come home, my daughter. Even dreamers need sleep." The day the boys chased me, 1 didn't need to wait for Mamí. A sound from below caught my ...
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