This year I did the crib, like many years ago, in spite of the controversy and hoped the native white Christian fundamentalists opposed to the politically correct birth of their antagonists, in spite of those who tell me that the crib, or the tree, are old, are from scrap cast into oblivion, I wanted to do the opposite, to remind myself two things:
-c 'is a place, physical or mental, where I'm going.
-to continue along the way I always remember where I'm coming from.
and I come from here.
Congratulations to all those who really need it.
