The The history in our bodies

Abstract

On the coast of Oaxaca, in the district of Jamiltepec, we find mixed communities that call
themselves Daughters of the Rain or Ñuu dsavui; these are possessors of an ancient culture
with original expressions still alive. The women I saw during the day in the street wore as
a skirt a heavy cotton canvas, red, purple and blue stripes, entangled, that covered the
ankles, the legend of the flame, the pozahuanco or the che'e. Since pre-Hispanic times,
they have traditionally been made in the waist loom. However, this is the story of life with
the naked torso and others with the apron. Bare-chested women are grandmothers, people over
sixty-five, mostly monolingual, that is, they only speak Mixtec. The women they lead are
younger, they are the daughters of these grandmothers, they are some of the years of primary
education. For me, I have to do with the great teaching and the value that our bodies, our
thoughts, can live in other, lighter ways, without having a relationship with provocation,
and in some of them I have found a few free, in the ability to simply receive the sun's rays.