Outside my windows, people sing.
At dinner, tiny Sister Wilma cackled like a wicked witch at the jests of young scholastics.
The white walls of the Casa Praetoria were sprayed with neat, red letters spelling "con los trabajados y Chavez!"
The woman who worked at Fe y Alegria explained that there were three hundred thousand students being educated for free or for voluntary donations.
The one who worked at JRS said that they have to bend over backwards with politeness to a mistrusting government in order to change the word 'refugee' to 'person' in the minds of policy makers.
