Chain text message

This text message is getting sent around Honduran cell phones (as it looks on my cheap dumbphone):

Yo no
cadenas, pero
ésta de verdad
si funciona...
ia... "JUAN
AMA" a 10
veras que por
lo menos 9 te
¡ Ni siquiera
tienes que
tener fe, Si no
lo reenvia
tendra 4 años
de dictadura.

Among all the black humor and terror, there is an incredible amount of hope right now in Tegucigalpa. It's palpable, in the central park, in cafés, on the streets, in my classrooms. It feels to me like there are equal amounts of hope and terror, with one gaining as the other loses ground, and then reversing direction. But my interlocutors tell me I'm wrong. They tell me it's all hope (though they then often fall back into talking about their perfectly legitimate fears). Whoever came up with the LIBRE party name after Andrés Pavon stole the previous one for himself really was a genius. Because when people I know come up to me to exclaim that on Sunday they are finally going to be LIBRE/libre (as several did today), they are talking about so much more than the party.

I'm cynical about any political party, but it's hard not to be moved by the faith people have that their struggle and sacrifices (including so many martyrs) will pay off. And I think it's likely that this movement will do a better job of holding its elected leaders accountable than Democrats have with Obama. Should they succeed in electing them, despite the fraud that will undoubtedly take place. Meanwhile, I continue to hear gunshots every night. It's gotten to the point where I find them somewhat comforting; each gunshot reminds me that I am alive.