
in Nonfiction Grant of SCBWI.
The power of traveling.
When I was about 10 years old, I remember reading Ray Bradbury’s book “The Golden Apples of the Sun”. It was a blue and worn book from the Editorial Minotauro of Argentina. It was summer and the western sun was streaming through the window. I devoured that book. I liked the poetry of Ray’s descriptions and of course his science fiction themes. I told myself that one day I would meet him.
Years passed. I studied psychology in Chile. When I was in the fourth year of psychology, I started studying French. Of course, the best way to learn a language is to travel. So I went to Nantes, a port that based its economy on the slave trade. I lived in a secondary school, Lycée Livet. Shortly after, I discovered that many years before, Jules Verne had studied there! My path kept running into the traces of incredible writers. Then I studied in Paris and read the books of many more writers, listened to music, visited museums, and walked, walked, and walked.
I returned to Chile in 2006. At that time, a powerful generation of high school students took to the streets of Santiago, and every city of the country, claiming against injustices. I worked four years as editor of the pedagogical magazine of the teachers union. These struggles made me rediscover a social literature and magical realism of Latin American.
In 2010, I went to study my doctorate in education in Brazil. I remember knowing the city of Santos Dumont, and feeling the echoes of the shock of the Portuguese, the natives and the Africans.
Four years later, I came to the United States. After living in Chicago and Wisconsin for a while, I have finally settled in the small town of Woodstock, where the popular movie “Groundhog Day” was filmed. An hour from this city, on the edge of Lake Michigan is Waukegan. Why do I say this? Well, because it is the city where Ray Bradbury was born and lived his childhood! In some way, a child dream was accomplished.
After being a dual language teacher for six years in Delavan, Wisconsin, Ray’s afterlife call became stronger.
And now, here I am, writing!
