When I moved to my neighborhood, I was told that Trinidad is a shithole full of potheads. I was sad and afraid to go out for beer at night. Now my neighbors know me, they care about me and even call me “a blond girl”. They give me fruits, and the tortilla-maker lent me his blender when mine broke down. I thank the Virgin for these people, now I’m very happy and proud to be the girl from Trini.
Retablo by Rogelio Peña