Dominica fue toda esa naturaleza desbocada en una montaña hecha isla. Los españoles la ignoraron en sus primeros viajes por su orografía complicada. Los franceses e ingleses, que la colonizaron, la apreciaron por sus manantiales. El bíblico edén debe ser algo muy parecido a aquellas laderas verdes, con cascadas violentas, entre las que crecen flores extrañas de colores inciertos. El mundo puede ser distinto, Dominica lo es.

Montserrat is a cork dust floating in the middle of the Caribbean. A stone with a volcano. A ghost town with narrow gray living world, Green, beautiful and Cornered. A bastard oblivion. Ash. Music. A ferry and a perennial goodbye. Anyone who feels the curiosity of the traveler, I, you must go to this place.

Happiness was in disorder, the prize seemed unique to who had left to lose. We remember then that in the main square, where a narrow street that starts wandering vagabonds timeless, in front of a monument to naval battles Chile, is the Palace of Justice.

What kind of human being you have to be to steal what remains of some rubble? To take possession of aid delivered millions of people generously? There are also other. Many more. Many more people willing to help, to give half of what you have even very little. All that was seen in Juchitán. The very good and the very bad. All that is capable of man.