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Under the Walnut Tree
I was sleeping in an unbearable pain when the curandera came. She took me in. No one could take me to be cured. The white fluorescent lights of the hospital would shine on our brown skin and empty pockets. When we arrived at the orchard they gave us a meeting. Explaining something about the chemicals. That when applied we must wait 72 hours for “re- entry.” We didn’t, stepping the next day on the mayordomo’s orders. I was the only one harmed of the twenty. My wife was in Mexico at home with our child. I had made up my mind. I wasn’t going to live. I was two days intoxicated. I was Poisoned. I was wishing I was dead.