I found this story by Eduardo Galeano simply amusing: no hidden meanings—no political or philosophical ax to grind. I can't help but wonder however, what it means to all the many Nelsons who have returned to get back in touch with the land of their birth—a revolution still in motion. A couple of very short visits to this emerald isle gives me, a norteamericano, no right to interpret that revolution. But I have eaten ice cream at the Coppelia, the ice creamery where the driver left bus (guagua) 68 to its passengers. And while the facts of this story may have been fabricated, I feel the story is true. I can only hope you enjoy it.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
A good story has many levels of meaning. That is certainly true for me as the storyteller in this "fish" story. We were so caught up in the drama of bringing the fish in that only the wife realized that her husband was dying. Magicians use misdirection to entertain but, all too often, we miss the deeper meaning of an event or even a relationship because we focus on the superficial.
For me, as his son, a more compelling reason for telling the story is my Dad's spoken response and his unspoken vision of a good death for himself.