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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... turned ten, I could climb to the top of any tree—even those that offered me only a few branches. Always I kicked off my sandals and socks at the bottom so that my toes could feel the coarse bark and find the hidden footholds. When I ...
... turned fifteen. On that special day, I would become a woman and be expected to behave as one, no longer wearing socks like a child. On my quinceafiera I would dress up like a bride for the priest to bless me. Mamí would cook a big meal ...
... turned to empty chattering like two scared monkeys. "Come down, you ugly toad, or we'll hurt you," one shouted. Now it was my turn to laugh. "What's wrong?" I called down. I spoke sweetly, the way a mother talks to a baby. "You said I ...
... turned to me as we reached our small home in the canton. "You weren't afraid of the boys, were you, Gabi?" I shook my head. "They were cowards." "Remember, Gabi," Mamí said, her voice fearful and filled with warning. "Cowards can be ...
... turning of the pig and the drinking of great quantities of boj. The boj helped to pass the long hours of darkness. I called it "song juice," because it made the young men sing boisterous songs of lost love and of brave adventures. Jorge ...
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