-Chirrepeco
Truth was purged and the President was on his way.

The tea cooperative has many superstitions. I had overlooked one when choosing a red shirt; apparently the color of revenge. As the armed forces began patrolling the premise, Aravac and I stood, as the subject of much media attention.

We passed the security check point and began the patient wait with some nonchalant networking. Helicopters passed overhead. Don Luis' marimba band, 'Mis Primeras Teclas', played Coban, the song of the city, while others noshed cookies and tea.

The President of Guatemala, Álvaro Colom Caballeros, was lead by a procession of military muscle. He stepped into the auditorium, dressed more casually than ourselves, wearing glasses, and walked straight up to us, shaking our hands. Aravac snapped a quick photo as he asked us where we were from. We had gotten more face time than anyone else at the event.

The government provided a delicious lunch of plantains and Chuchitos. It was time to celebrate. We four headed to the Equinoccio, Coban's finest bar, and enjoyed espresso martinis over an Independent Mexican film, La ley de Herodes.

The political circles seem always to repeat...


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