August 27, 2010
August 13, 2010
María de los Ángeles Ronquillo Blanco
About me? About the NGO that I belong? About my country? or is it about people? Just people...
Sometimes a book can make me happy or turn into tears but I can't help to wonder, is the book? or is the way I see myself, recognize myself, through the words, the pages, the things unsaid?. The special book, the one that I'm not looking for, but just the one that I need, can be covered by ahything, hidden into ugly references, or it can be a sentence.
A book, a person, can't be always just a piece of study. We are not layers putted there by others. We feel, we think, we hurt, we support, we discover, we develop, but mostly we surprise!
I'm twenty-two years old. I from an indigenous community. My mother is a single mom. I've been volunteer in NGOs since I was thirteen, doing surveys, planing and implementing projects, doing training. I'm studying literature. And what I'm most proud about, is to say at loud that there is no day in my life that I did not learn something from others.