in Mexico City

dear haverford (or whoever is reading…), have you heard about ayotzinapa? have you read about the missing students? that we are 43 less? have you seen pictures of the protests? of the palacio del gobierno in chilpancingo, guerrero, in flames? have you heard the voices of parents, friends, armed guerrillas, teachers and students demanding justice? […]

Washed Ashore on the Banks of Sweet Uncle

in India

I’m back in Hyderabad, thankfully, after a long weekend in rural Andhra Pradesh visiting my boss Subha’s home village. Unsurprisingly, I’m sick—the Indian countryside is a hostile place, especially to foreigners and even more especially when it senses that one is looking into setting up a teensy-weensy colony (though I didn’t see any ivory when […]

Breakfast for water

in Mexico City

Last Saturday I woke up early to the sound of the stove lighting and quieted early morning laughter. My bedroom shares a wall with the kitchen and although it is loud, I like not having to rely on an alarm to awake me. I roll over every morning to the sun cascading over the brick […]

Untitled Dadaist Non-Transmission #1311

in India

I just got back from a trip to Chennai, where I was registering with the Immigration service and opening a bank account. I stayed at the SAATHII office there; they have a guest room above the office. I was told the room was on the top floor and was expecting a normal floor but the […]

Independence day questions

in Mexico City

Last night we celebrated independence day. We walked to Delegación Cuauhtemoc (the municipal gov’t building), pushing past swaths of people bathed in green white and red, kids begging their parents for sweets and adults slyly swigging from bottles. The delegation’s plaza was packed and pulsing to the rhythm of the salsa and cumbia music, bodies […]

Getting Started in the City of Pearls

in India

First blog post. I had something in my head in the last hour before touching down in Pune, a possible blog post, which I’ll relate a little bit before explaining what happened to it and to me. It was about how a protestant work ethic might not make sense in India and how an Indian […]

Beginnings: life at the casa, life in DF

in Mexico City
Making tamales

Hey! My name is Siena and I am the new CPGC post-bac fellow who will be working at Casa de los Amigos in Mexico City. I am replacing Kate Irick, who in addition to making an incredible impact on the casa community and getting involved in lots of cool stuff in DF also happened to […]

The End of an Era (But Not Really)

in Mexico City
taller comercio justo

Fast forward 10 days. Mara left. I spent the last week and a half knocked flat by a merciless full-body cold that started with a crippling fever and is still hanging on by a few coughs. Some would say I had it coming. There are many expressions for this–I was burning the candle at both […]

Everything I’ve Got

in Mexico City

Really? Just two weeks left of my Fellowship? I’ve put everything I’ve got–heart, soul, body–into work the last couple of weeks. It’s been intense, but as always, so incredibly worth it. This week I dedicated a large chunk of my time to writing the Summer edition of the monthly Casa newsletter, which includes publicity about […]