Where I live in Puerto Viejo in the Caribbean, there is barge sitting in the shoreline, old and magnificent, is if it wants to tell its story to those who wee it only for its beauty.
Indeed, it has a story that is unraveling as my youngest son studies it.
The barge is his reading book and the shoreline has classroom. At 17, Pete is studying maritime archaeology and has learned that the barge might be associated with the construction of the Panamá Canal in the turn of the last century and was brought to Costa Rica 50 years later to become a dock for the disembarkment of machinery towards the construction of the road from the coastal Caribbean to the highlands of Talamanca where the Bribri indigenous people live.
The road was build for oil exploration but none was found and we inherited the road.
Both he and I are Talamanca Bribri and coastal Afro descendants. I wonder what role we see in the road.
