To be Jewish in Chile was to be above all a foreigner - Marjorie Agosín

We are what we remember and we understand heritage and belonging through our own passion to remember. Home is a living scrap-book of memory that we carry as we move about, as we remember the vanquished and their respective passions and sorrows. Memory can never reside in abstraction. Memory must be cemented into concrete, must be worn like a dress, must be lived in like a home of differing levels, textures, and colors.

Spanish is not only the language of my soul, but it’s the language of the memory, of my emotions, the first language I began to write and to think in.

Books unite people and books in translation are the thresholds of other cultures, invitations to travel and to know others.