THE MYSTERIOUS GIRL It was a day like any other day at El Retirito,El Salvador.Until my grandpa sent my aunt and cousin to get food from somewhere.On their way,,they had to go up a hill.The hill had a fence around it.Beside a pole of the fence,was a girl.She had blonde hair tied in low ponytails,and blue eyes.The girl motioned my cousin to go to her.As my cousin was walking her direction,my aunt looked at her.She could not see the girl,but she knew something was wrong.My aunt pulled my cousin’s hair and hit her to stop.My cousin said she didn’t feel anything.She just kept walking.Suddenly,she began to cry.She didn’t know what was going on.My aunt took her back home.My cousin told my grandma what she saw.My grandma did not believe her.But
The film El Contrato showcases the conditions of workers trying to support families back at home. The men all live under one roof, on a contract for a duration of eight months to work in Ontario at a tomato greenhouse. The workers band together and treat each other as a family would, learning to survive.
In The Underdogs written by Mariano Azuela, we are introduced to a character that strongly symbolizes the fuel of the Mexican Revolution. Heroes like Demetrio Macias brought the Serrano’s hope of giving them what they felt they truly deserved. Although Demetrio Macias, the general (colonel) of a rebel army is hunting down the army of Pancho Villa, he seems to have the same ideals as the enemy. In addition to Demetrio Macias, we meet women like Camilla and War Paint who represent the different roles that women played during the Mexican Revolution.
1. When you arrived in the theatre, what were your impressions of what the performance would be like? Make comments about the audience, the program, the space (theatre and seating area), any display in front of the theatre, and the set, music, and lights that may have been used before the performance.
Humans are descended from barbarians, where do we come from? What are we doing now? Who were our ancestors? These questions puzzled us for thousands of years. Most people believe that God created everything, including humans.
In Isabel Allende's "Nina Perversa”, we're introduced to Elena an eleven-year-old child who is a very soft spoken, almost invisible figure. Her days revolve around housekeeping activities and spying on the boarding house guests on her mother's behalf. Elena completely changes when Juan Jose Bernal becomes a guest in the boarding house and her attitude towards him transforms from hostility to an all-consuming obsession. Although the focus is largely on Elena's obsession with Bernal, the objective of this exchange is to provide insight on how this affects the relationship between Elena and her mother. Bernal is the object of Elena’s affection due to the fact that he has managed to obtain her mother’s love in a way she has not been able to.
El diccionario Merriam-Webster (2014) define la palabra "machismo" como "una actitud, la calidad o la forma de comportarse que está de acuerdo con las ideas tradicionales acerca de los hombres que es muy fuerte y agresivo." Esta idea de la masculinidad sigue construyendo las ideas predeterminadas de lo que debería ser la identidad queridos en el mundo, pero aún más grave en la comunidad latinoamericana. Armando, el personaje principal de la historia "El Otro Yo", por el escritor uruguayo Mario Benedetti, se encuentra con muchos problemas relacionados con la identidad. En esta composición, me gustaría formar un análisis textual del cuento "El otro yo" con el argumento que la idea de cómo la identidad de uno puede ser conformado por elementos externos que se cree para definir su propia identidad. También me gustaría argumentar que estos factores externos en el relato de Benedetti son los estereotipos de roles sexuales que todo el mundo se enfrenta en todas las sociedades y culturas de este planeta.
The novel The Old Gringo by Carlos Fuentes is set in the northern desert of Mexico. “It is a complex novel that intertwines psychology, mythology, and political events to examine the culture of modern Mexico.” (Introduction & Overview) It is inspired by the folklore of the disappearance of an American Writer named Ambrose Bierce, “the old gringo.” When Bierce was seventy-one years old, he retired to Mexico to join the rebel army of Pancho Villa. Afterward, he was never heard from again. From here, Fuentes picks up the story, and tells it through flashback memories of Harriet Winslow. Fuentes’ reason for the setting is to show a relation between individual destinies, and actual historical events. Bierce’s disappearance enables Fuentes to show the history of the development of these two nations.
Vivir es fácil con los ojos cerrados is a comedy-drama Spanish film produced in Spain by director and screenwriter David Treuba. The film has a Spanish star-studded list of actors and actresses that include: Javier Camara, Natalia de Molina, and Fransesc Colomer. With a release year of 2013, the film is fairly recent and has won a total of 6 Goya Awards for categories like best supporting actress and best film. Although I thoroughly enjoyed this award-winning film as a whole, as a non-Spanish individual, some parts of the film were difficult to understand. Of course the film was not necessarily produced for Americans, but aspects of the film could have been done differently to effectively portray the film to various audiences. Aspects that are typical of Spanish culture could have used some more explanation because if there is a sense of unfamiliarity between the audience and the culture, misconceptions about the culture may arise.
My cousin told me this. One evening, it was thunder-storming pretty badly outside. This lonely woman was sitting in her house watching television when someone knocked on her door. She got up to open it, and in front of her was this other woman who was just a wreck. She had blood and dirt all over her, not to mention all that rain drenching her. Pretty creepy sight. [She visibly flinched.] The woman outside goes, “Can you please help me? I just crashed my car and my baby is still in his car seat!” [The storyteller’s tone became empathetic here.] Of course, the lonely woman says, “Okay,” and the two go outside together. The rain picked up and things got really hard to see, but the lady led the lonely woman to her car, which had fallen into a ditch. Inside, there was the little baby sitting in his seat, still alive. The lonely woman reached in to get it, but then she gets all shocked, because you know who was in the driver’s seat? [I shook my head while she allowed her pause to linger.] It was the dead woman.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...
In summer 2005, my mother decided to take my siblings and I on vacation. "We’re going to Mexico!” She said. My siblings and I felt ecstatic because it was our first time visiting Mexico. Unfortunately, my vacation didn 't turn out as great as expected. I witnessed an awful situation the time I was there. One night, my cousins and I were playing loteria at my grandmother 's house. Loteria is the Hispanic version of bingo. We were having a great time until we heard loud noises outside. My cousin and I went outside to see what the whole fuss was about. We saw a group of gang bangers fighting in the middle of the street. Punches were thrown left and right, but eventually one of the gang bangers brought out a knife. He slit one their throats and
Domingo Sarmiento was a writer and educator who later went on to preside Argentina from 1868 to 1874. He wrote “Facundo: Civilization and Barbarism in 1845. Where he presented a subtle criticism of the gauchos (a southern American cowboy who resided on the plains of Argentina) and their contributions to Latin American progress or lack thereof.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
In 1972, in a town called Chalatenango, El Salvador there was a little girl that everybody call Bonita. People like to call her like that because she was beautiful, she have blue eyes, her hair was light brown, she have a very beautiful face too and her attitude was to appreciate everybody. When she was about 12 years old, she like to do a lot of things, one of the things that she love to do was to play soccer with her friends. Her friends said that she is really good playing soccer. When the years were coming she did not change the way she was, she just change physically, but she still a good person, people still call her Bonita and love her. She treat people very good, she was humble, and she care about the feelings of others more than anything
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...