The story follows a young girl who is exploited by an older man who gives her money in exchange for sexual acts. One night, he abandons her on the path home and she is left feeling ashamed and confused about what has happened. The next day when he picks her up again in his car, she acts happy but is still struggling to understand her situation and the man's intentions.
The story follows a young girl who is exploited by an older man who gives her money in exchange for sexual acts. One night, he abandons her on the path home and she is left feeling ashamed and confused about what has happened. The next day when he picks her up again in his car, she acts happy but is still struggling to understand her situation and the man's intentions.
The story follows a young girl who is exploited by an older man who gives her money in exchange for sexual acts. One night, he abandons her on the path home and she is left feeling ashamed and confused about what has happened. The next day when he picks her up again in his car, she acts happy but is still struggling to understand her situation and the man's intentions.
What country does it include? Latin America What is Latin America? Latin America is the area of the Americas where Romance dialects especially Spanish and Portuguese, just as French-are principally spoken.
What country does it include?
Latin America What country does it include? It incorporates 20 countries such as Mexico in North America; Guatemala, Honduras, El Salvador, Nicaragua, Costa Rica and Panama in Central America; Colombia, Venezuela, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, Chile, French Guiana, Paraguay, Brazil, Argentina and Uruguay in South America; Cuba, the Dominican Republic, Haiti, and Puerto Rico in the Caribbean--in synopsis, Hispanic America, Brazil, and Haiti. Latin America Columbia • Bogota D.C. the official name of Colombia’s capital city. • The National Sport Of Colombia Is Tejo • Colombia is the world’s leading source of it emeralds • Columbia is the Second Most Biodiverse Country in the World • The country has coastlines on two oceans: the Pacific Ocean and the Caribbean Sea which is part of the Atlantic Ocean. Columbia Columbia produced one of the richest literatures of Latin America, as much for its abundance as for its variety and innovation during the 19th and 20th centuries. Colombian intellectuals who forged the literature of this period also contributed decisively to the consolidation of Latin American literature. Columbia • a Colombian novelist, short-story writer, screenwriter, and journalist • known affectionately as Gabo or Gabito throughout Latin America. • Considered one of the most significant authors of the 20th century, particularly Gabriel in the Spanish language. García • He was awarded the 1972 Neustadt Márquez International Prize for Literature and the 1982 Nobel Prize in Literature. “The Trail of Your Blood in the Snow” by Gabriel García Márquez
Billy Sanchez and Nena Daconte, children of two wealthy
Colombian families, fly to Europe to celebrate their honeymoon. Although married only three days, Nena is already two months pregnant. After she scrapes her ring finger on a rose thorn, the nearly imperceptible cut starts bleeding profusely. Nena is admitted to the intensive care unit of a Paris hospital. Visitation is permitted only one day a week so Billy must wait six days before he can see his wife again. He spends most of his time alone in a nearby hotel. Billy tries to visit Nena sooner but is thrown out of the hospital by a security guard. Billy’s attempt to enlist the aid of the foreign embassy is equally unsuccessful. When Tuesday’s visiting hours finally arrive, Billy cannot locate his wife. He spots the physician who first evaluated Nena. The doctor regretfully announces that Nena bled to death sixty hours after hospital admission. No one could find Billy to apprise him of the situation so Nena’s parents have already arranged the funeral and transported the body home for burial. Billy exits the hospital with thoughts of violence and revenge for his calamity. Processing Questions: • Does this story remind you of anything happening in the real world? • What is the main idea of the story? • What message was the author trying to convey? • Who are the important characters? • What is the conflict or problem the characters must resolve? How did they do this? Latin America Argentina • Argentina produced the world’s first animated feature film in 1917 • The capital of Argentina Buenos Aires translates to the ‘good airs’ or ‘fair winds’ • The Argentinian flag is blue and white triband, with a yellow sun in the centre • Government officials banned parents from naming their children Messi in the football star’s hometown • Pato is the national sport of Argentina Argentina • Argentinean literature is more than poetry, fictions, or experimentations with writing; it is a political practice that involves writers, intellectuals, audiences, and the culture industry. • Narratives on national identity played a key role in Argentinian history alongside with innovations. Argentina
• Pablo Ramos was born in 1966
in Avellaneda, province of Buenos Aires, Argentina. • He has published the book of poems Pablo • His work has been translated into Ramos French and German. “Because the Sky is Blue” by Pablo Ramos It was just an ordinary day when Teresa’s old friend came to her house to pay her a visit. While she was rinsing her hair she got embarrassed for being caught in the middle of washing her hair. As soon as she finishes it, they are talking about something from their past. Teresa sat down as her friend assumed that she was searching for the kid who he was 15 years ago. Teresa’s friend was very curious about what she thinks about him and he still can't figure it out on how he ended up in Teresa’s house. He only told Teresa that he dropped by for a few mates. Teresa was wearing a loose floral dress. She was nervous. Sitting on the other side of the table, Teresa didn't stop talking for an instant, and then leaned forward and picked out a pastry from the unwrapped package. Her friend saw the shape of her breasts because the light from the window turned her dress transparent. Teresa’s friend called him “mother”, because he once wished Teresa to be his mom. Teresa was very curious about his friend's life lately, and Teresa realized how time flies so fast. Then her friend told her that he got married, had a son named Alejandrino, and got separated. Then Teresa hands the kettle to her friend to do the pouring. She rubbed her head with the towel, shook her blonde hair from side to side, and then brushed it with her hand. Teresa did these things excessively because these helped her think better. Teresa asked her friend about his son. After he answered all of Teresa’s questions about his son, he just answered “He’s just like his mother.” Teresa complimented her friend and after that Teresa came up behind his friend, put her arms around his neck and stroked his chest and leaned against his back, pressing her body. Then Teresa moved away and started unbuttoning her dress and her hands moved up to her waist and opened her dress. He let him see her bare breast, her tight, black panties, and her beautiful legs. But his friend remained seated and avoided it, after that Teresa finally looked away and buttoned her dress already. She then asked about the record her friend gave her, and her friend responded that he still has it. Teresa went to her room and pulled herself together so she can look her friend in the eyes when she returns. After that she went out already with the record in its sleeve. Teresa said that the record was all about somebody crying over something stupid, it made them feel relief when they remembered about it and because the sky was blue, it made both of them cry. Processing Questions: • Does this story remind you of anything happening in the real world? • What is the main idea of the story? • What message was the author trying to convey? • Who are the important characters? • What is the conflict or problem the characters must resolve? How did they do this? Latin America Brazil • Brazil has 4 time zones • The Capital City is Brasilia • Around 60% of the Amazon Rainforest is in Brazil • In Brazil people speak Portuguese • The Brazilian flag has 27 stars on it Brazil Brazilian literature, the body of written works produced in the Portuguese language in Brazil. Throughout its early years, literature from Brazil followed the literary trends of Portugal, whereas gradually shifting to a different and authentic writing style in the course of the 19th and 20th centuries, in the search for truly Brazilian themes and use of Brazilian forms. Brazil
• Alex Andrade is a writer and art
educator. He was born in Rio de Janeiro in 1971 and began to write stories as a child. • In 2001, he published his first book of short stories, A suspeita da Alex imperfeição [The Suspicion of Andrade Imperfection], to great acclaim. “The Naked Girl” by Alex Andrade “The Naked Girl” by Alex Andrade One night he told me to quit school. “Why?” I asked, embarrassed. He said not to tell anyone what we were doing. “Is it a sin?” I asked again. The path through the scrub to my house, if that hut of mud and sticks could be called a house, was dark. He told me to walk in front. “I’m afraid.” “Go on!” He seemed different now. Halfway along the path, he turned around and left me there. I stopped to count the coins. I had no idea how much they were worth. Further on, I crouched through the bushes and grasped the basket of candies I had left there. Such a pity. I hadn’t sold any. Such a pity. I was, too. I went back and looked at the cars waiting at the stoplight. I still had to sell the candies, one by one, or else my mother would beat me. The next day he stopped the car and honked. I came running like mad. Inside the car I was happier than lying in my own bed, hard as a rock. I bounced around like a child. “Stop being such a fool, girl. You act like you’ve never been in a car before.” He had eyes that were just like the moon, hair that seemed like a cloud, hands full of wrinkles. He would touch me and then give me coins to put in my piggy bank. “When you grow up, that piggy bank will be full of coins from your old man,” he would say. “I’m going to buy a house for Momma and I’m going to get married wearing a bridal garland and veil, just like the girls on T.V.” He laughed at me because he liked hearing about my dreams. I asked him if one day he wanted to be someone’s husband, but it was already time to leave. I had to get out of the car and walk through the scrub by myself. Another day I asked him to take me to see the ocean. I’d never seen the ocean close up, only on T.V. “It’s dangerous. The ocean is immense.” “Will it swallow me up?” He called me a silly girl and said that I should get rid of such crazy ideas, that it was better for me to keep on selling candy in traffic than to imagine such nonsense. Then he made a mean face. It made me want to burst out crying. But I still had to go through the scrub and fetch the basket I’d hidden between a rock and a mound. I wanted nothing more than to see the ocean. At night, in bed, when the moon would shine through the window with the kind of light that lit up the whole house, I kept dreaming of another world, different than this one, far from everything, without candies to sell in traffic jams, without that deserted scrub to trudge through. “So, you don’t want to take me to see the beach? I’ll do anything to get near the ocean. And I won’t even tell anyone. When I get near the water, I’m going to dive in like a fish, take off my clothes and swim around just like in a stream.” He started laughing. “Go away, leave me alone, I’m sick of your chatter! Your place in life is here in the middle of nowhere, selling candies to buy some beans and rice.” Hearing that made me nearly vomit, almost spoiling his pants with the remains of mush and beans I ate the day before. Repulsive old man. “Get out, go on! And see that you don’t show up again tomorrow with these lunatic ideas!” And off I went, as miserable as a tree with no fruit. Isolated, like something less than human. Happiness was so hard to find in this life. All night long I imagined the sound of the ocean, a sort of droning like a ghost makes, and remembered that half-dead old man, who only wanted to take advantage of how young I was. Oh, God, if Momma found out where I was earning those coins, she’d tan my hide. The next day a car stopped on the corner, asked me for a bag of candies, and asked if I wanted to go for a ride around the block. I said no. “I’m saving up money to go see the ocean,” I said proudly. The man laughed and asked if it was the ocean in the northeast or in the southeast. I answered that the ocean was the ocean, it didn’t matter if it was in one place or another. All I wanted to see was the ocean. And he laughed again. Some pretty music was playing on the radio in his car, so I started singing along: “Poor dark man / who waits in the calm of the night / for the moon to shine on his plot of land / with only a yard to keep him company...” Wide-eyed, the nasty man stared at me and said, “Where the hell did a little girl like you learn to sing that?” “I’m not a little girl, sir. I’ve got the soul of a grown-up woman, one who’s seen life. One who’s getting worn down by life.” “Come inside, young lady,” he said, opening the door. “I want to bring you to see the world. There’s more than just the ocean in the world; it has stars, it has the moon, it has rivers, and it has dreams. And it has a nasty man with no shame, I thought. I stood there glued to the pavement, looking at the car door wide open for me to come in. I didn’t get in. I wanted to see the ocean with the other man. The old man with hair like a cloud, with eyes like the moon. The one who would make an ugly face that I liked so much. “Nope, I can’t, boy.” And I left, weaving my way between the cars with my basket. “Get in! Get in, you pathetic thing! Bitch!” The old man with the hair like a cloud screamed at me as he flung open the door of his car in the middle of the street. He was fuming, his body sweating, the sun gone from his face. “No, I can’t,” I answered. “I’ll come after you, you cow!” the old man said. “Get in now or I’ll drag you in!” I stood pale and cringing in the midst of horns honking, the candies rustling, the song echoing as it faded away. Momma, I lied to you, forgive me! I was afraid. I was ashamed. The old man’s moon eyes were now shooting fire, like some kind of demon. He pulled me in by the neck and pressed it against the back of the car seat. It was suffocating. “Don’t kill me!” I stammered. “You want to see the ocean, don’t you? Isn’t that why you go around offering yourself to any man who goes by?” He climbed on top of me with his whole weight, like someone in charge, like someone wounded, moving forcefully, angrily, with a broken heart, with hatred. When he was done, he sucked my lips into his mouth and bit hard with his sharp teeth, like someone chewing a piece of chicken. “You want to see the ocean? You want to see the ocean?” He got back in the driver’s seat, grabbed the steering wheel, and took off like a whistling rocket between the cars, tires singing, praying, praying, Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name, oh Lord, I forgot the rest, I missed mass, I had to sell candies at the stoplight. So now what do I say? The car sped along, crossing highways and bridges, flowing like a river toward the ocean. Before I could get out, the old man grabbed me by the arm as if he were my master, saying, “And all that money I gave you, all the times you lay down with me, you just forgot it all for the sake of a bizarre wish to see this stinking ocean? Answer me!” A cold night wind whipping along the beach silenced everything. It was time. “Go on! There’s your ocean!” I got out of the car, frightened but expressionless, not sure if the ocean was really an ocean. I walked through the sand without looking back, without looking forward, through the darkness overtaken by the noise of the waves, feeling my way with my feet that led me to the pounding surf. I never imagined the encounter would be so painful. Only music could express my dreams. “If God only knew / of the sadness on top of the hill / He would send up / all the love there is on earth...” I took off my blouse first, then my sandals, slowly taking off the rest of my clothes piece by piece, like someone saying a prayer. “Virgin Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee…” Naked. Without anything left for life to clothe me in dignity. Alone. I fell into the ocean, entering the waters like someone entering a new world, like someone transported, with a clenched heart ready to open for love. I dove and dove again. Smiling. And laughing out loud. I’d left the old man behind, the master of agony, master of unending disappointments. As for him, he got the world he deserved. That hell that appeared day after day. As for me, this victory! Even if it might look like pain. “Will it swallow me up?” Thank You!