The last two nights we have spent in open maize fields.

It is very cold out here. Even the firewood is wet and not burning, and there is a scarcity of kerosene.

We are holding a sit-in to protest the neglect shown to us by the government.

I'm too open minded that I don't know what to mind anymore.

This is the earliest use of maize in this region of the Andes.

Run on, keep your head down, cross at the double / The bursts of open day between the nights.