Why do we have to stand in line?
Why are they taking us away? Where to?
They can´t take us by force
Oh God! We are not getting into that truck! If you want to kill us, do it here. Murderer!
The earth is very fertile in the mountains around San Jose de Apartado and since the seventies, when migrant farmers colonised these lands, bringing with them the seeds of the first cacao trees in this part of Uraba in Northeastern Colombia, this became cacao territory.
Maria Brigida stands on her tiptoes to try and reach the rolls of canvas kept on the top shelf in her house. Continue reading Doña Brigida’s fifty years of perseverance
It is almost midnight, and high above in the sky, which is becoming ever cloudier, the stars try to make a hole. Continue reading Furrows with seeds of peace
A group of 20 peasant farmers of all ages are in a meeting in a wooden house. Continue reading Exchanging knowledge