Al Otro Lado Del Rio

I have been known to go off in tangents, often in the most inopportune times; 'tact' became a word I refused to define until recent. But then again, I've also been known to steer the quiet road often reacting to the consensus and sitting in the shadows. I can be equally comfortable in both shoes.

But not from this day forth. I have tact and I want to scream.

I am Che. I want to strike a revolution. I want to strike. I want to be heard but more importantly I want other people, whose voices are often tuned out, to be heard. I am tired of the helpless left helpless and I am disgusted, left sick, of the ignorance we [Americans] are too comfortable with.

"I feel obligated to toast with something more than a conventional gesture. But given the poor conditions in which we travel...the only affectionate resource that we have is the word. And it is by utilizing it, that i want to thank you all, all the staff of the colony. Thanks. You, that give us this magnificent display of affection by celebrating my birthday as you would celebrate one of yourselves. And since we will leave Peru tomorrow, these words also serve as a goodbye in which I want to put all my effort to give a recognition to the people of this country that uninterruptedly have overwhelmed us with nice gestures since we arrived. And i would like to highlight something more, a little off topic of this toast. But don't worry, i won't dance. Although our meager personalities prevent us from being spokesmen of your cause, we believe, even more after this journey, that the separation of America in false and uncertain nationalities is completely fictitious. We are a single mixed race, from Mexicoto the Strait of Magellan, so trying to free myself from any nationality load I raise a toast for Peru and for America united." - Fuser (Che) (diarios de motocicletas)