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Cultural exchange between Mexico and North America continues, but in a new way: through television, movies, and through the migration of one million Maya workers to what is now the United States. | |
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The first Maya travelers to describe our country -- Antzelmo Péres and Romin (Ro-meen) Teratol -- journeyed to the Southwest and Washington, D.C. during the 1960s, to work on The Great Tzotzil Dictionary of San Lorenzo Zinacantán with Dr. Robert M. Laughlin of the Smithsonian Institution.
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Some kids were playing in the street. When they saw us they ran
off screaming. They probably thought we were bad, because our clothes
were different. Where could they be from, looking like that?
they probably said to themselves. People wanted to chat but what could
we do? We didnt understand the language.
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I had brought fifty pesos to buy things. When I saw the change
for my money there were only $4.00. We didnt know the money of
the white gents was different, since we are just dumb Indians. I had
thought I would use my money to supplement the food for my stomach.
But how could I eat since it turned into $4.00? My money was used up
on soft drinks. It never reached the place where I was going. It just
shrivelled up on the way.
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We sat down in a restaurant to wait for our meals. The woman
handed us a menu to find out what kind of food we wanted. But it was
all in English. We simply stood up. Never mind, we wont
eat, we said to ourselves, because it was already time for work.
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The office where we worked was on the third floor. There were
steps on each of the floors. We were pulled up, because the steps ran
by means of a motor or electricity or something. We were pulled up.
And we came down just the same way. We came straight down, standing
up.
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In Washington, machines do everything. Machines scoop up the garbage and the leaves that drop from the trees. As for the buildings, the people dont work much with their hands. They work with machines. When they tear down old buildings, they just knock them down with a great pear-shaped metal ball. It doesnt look like work at all. Its blacks who mostly work by hand. The gringos work in offices. The blacks are their laborers. They build buildings, they build bridges, they build everything. Thats their work, because they dont let them study much the way they themselves do. The blacks just get to be school teachers, they get roadwork and other low jobs. Thats the only kind of job they get. --Romin Teratol |
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We couldnt tell where we were. We couldnt tell where
the sun had risen. We didnt know which direction our home was. |
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| If I told people at home what I saw,
who would believe me? --Romin Teratol |
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