I am Ángel Nagual. I will be a man soon. My village, Campo de la Estrella (Field of the Star), was once a Spanish Misión (Mission) before the break with Spain a generation ago. The Spanish priests were persecuted after the revolution. My village now keeps our own faith in our own homes.
Into my village one late afternoon walked a poor man with his woman holding a child. My father, Patecatl , met these strangers outside of the old Capilla (Chapel). The red tiles of that Capilla were molded and baked by my people when they were slaves.
The man says to my father, “I am José Jacobeo. This is my wife María.”
Patecatl, my father, observes, “This is a hard road to travel on foot with a woman and a child.”
The man, José, says, “It is a hard…
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