August 7th, 1995
To the men and women in solidarity with Chiapas, Mexico, gathered in Brescia, Italy:
To the people of the world:
Don Durito de La Lacandona writes to thee, knight-errant, undoer of wrongs, females’ restless dream, men’s aspiration, last and greatest example of that race which exalted humanity with such colossal and selfless feats, beetle and warrior of the moon.
I have ordered my loyal squire, he whom ye callest “SupMarcos,” to send thee a greeting in writing with all the requisites that the diplomacy of today demands, excluding rapid intervention forces, economic programs, and capital flight.
Nonetheless, I have wanted to write thee a few lines with the sole objective of helping to enlarge thy spirit and abound in thy minds good and noble thoughts. That is why I am sending thee the following narrative which, it is certain, is full of rich and varied teachings. The tale forms part of the collection “Tales for a Night of Suffocation” (of unlikely upcoming release) and it is called:
The Story of the Mousey and the Kitty
Once upon a time, there was a mousey who was very hungry and wanted to eat some cheese that was in the kitchen. And so the mousey went very resolutely to the kitchen to get the cheese, but it turns out that a kitty cut him off and the mousey got really scared and ran away and could no longer go to the kitchen for the cheese. So the mousey was thinking about what to do to go to the kitchen for the cheese and thought and said:
“Now I know, I’ll put a little bowl of milk and then the kitty will start drinking the milk because kitties really like milk. And then, when the kitty is drinking his milk and doesn’t realize, I’ll go to the kitchen to get the cheese and I’ll eat it up. Verrrrry good idea,” said the mousey.
And so he went to look for some milk but it turns out that the milk was in the kitchen and, when the mousey wanted to go to the kitchen, the kitty cut him off and the mousey got really scared and ran away and he could no longer go get the milk. So the mousey was thinking about what to do to go to the kitchen for the milk and thought and said:
“Now I know, I’ll throw a fishy very far away and then the kitty will run off to go and eat the fishy, because kitties really like fishies. And then, when the kitty is eating his fishy and doesn’t realize, I’ll go to the kitchen to get some milk to put in a bowl and then, when the kitty is drinking his milk and doesn’t realize, I’ll go to the kitchen to get some cheese and I’ll eat it up. Verrrry good idea,” said the mousey.
And so he went to look for the fishy but it turns out that the fishy was in the kitchen and, when the mousey wanted to go to the kitchen, the kitty cut him off and the mousey got really scared and ran away and could no longer go get the fishy.
And so the mousey saw that the cheese that he wanted, the milk, and the fish, everything was in the kitchen and he couldn’t get there because the kitty was stopping him. And so the mousey said, “Enough is enough!” and grabbed a machine gun and pelted the kitty and went to the kitchen and saw that the fish, the milk, and the cheese had already gone bad and could no longer be eaten, and so he returned to where the kitty was and cut him up, and then had a great barbeque and then invited all of his friends and so they had a party and ate up the barbequed kitty and sung and danced and lived very happily. And the story began…
This is the end of the narrative and the end of this missive. I remind thee that the divisions between countries only serve to define the crime of “smuggling” and to give meaning to wars. It is clear that there exist, at least, two things that come before borders: one is crime which, disguised as modernity, distributes poverty on a global scale; the other is the hope that shame may only exist when one missteps in a dance and not each time we see ourselves in a mirror. To finish with the first and to make the second flourish, all that is lacking is to struggle and be better. The rest follows on its own and is what tends to fill libraries and museums.
It is not necessary to conquer the world, it is enough to build it anew…Cheers and know that, for love, a bed is only a pretext; for dance, a tune is only a decoration; and for struggle, nationality is only a merely circumstantial accident.
From the mountains of the Mexican Southeast
Don Durito de La Lacandona
P.S. Sorry that I do not abound in these letters. It turns out that I must hastily prepare an expedition to invade Europe this winter. How about if a landing comes to them next January 1st?
English translation copyright © 2014 by Henry Gales. All rights reserved.