A Lifelong Journey Began with a Vacation in Chile
When I was ten years-old, attending the Learning Tree free school on the tip of a windswept peninsula in Tiverton, Rhode Island, I met a classmate whose mother was Chilean. "Mathew" (not his real name) and I became inseparable friends, sleeping at each others houses, baking cakes together, wearing one another’s shirts, laughing at the idiocies of the world and playing chess until three o’clock in the morning.
When Mathew asked me if I knew where Chile was, I didn’t want to seem ignorant and so I guessed: "It’s in Asia, right?" Mathew just laughed. Soon, I learned at first hand about the dictatorship that held Mathew's homeland in its iron fist.
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