The son takes issue: Galicia is not exactly Peru! It’s just next door. And then: It’s family for us. Frankly, there are far more impressive exiles.
I sense the ambition and ease of a generation that has grown up on a much smaller planet. Those who consider travel an ordinary adventure rather than a grand expedition, for whom a quiet life is considered a slow death. I see this child of the world and can’t help but think how fate probably would have played out differently had his father been driven by the same curiosity. If he had not lived in another day. If he had known how to free himself.