Yes sir, I am an Indian Tarasca, born in the land of the Italian Family Cussi in Mexico. Even though my last name comes from Spain and Portugal. I am a descendant of Tariácuri, Caltzontzin and Tanga Xoan.
Please, do not underestimate my race, the Tarascos in more than one occasion defeated the mighty Moctezuma. We are peaceful and working people but we defend what is ours with our heart.
But the Spaniards, sons of the Motherland, call me India. I am proud of this name, although yesterday when they mentioned my roots they would say it disparagingly .
I know my origin; I am a Tarasca Indian, in my veins runs the burning blood of my land and my people. Faithful and devoted follower of the Eagle and the Hummingbird. We flirt and smile to the death, tireless fighters who do not surrender when facing strong winds. We are happy, vigorous and hard working people.- I told Don John the owner of a vineyard where I was requesting work.
Don Juan asked me: “How is your hometown?”.- My answer was: “Growing among them is like having a huge family. When you go out for a walk you have to stop every minute to greet all the people you find in your way. We see each other with genuine affection. There are rebels in my town, but they are kindhearted. Including Marcial, who is the jerk of the town he has a heart of gold. He helps every morning to Don Jose, a man of 80 years to bring water from the well to his house.
We do not have much but, what little we have we love to share it with everybody. In my house you will always find a plate with retried beans, cheese, tortilla and chili and if you are lucky some Mezcal to drink .
The field work is increasingly scarce lately, the conditions are difficult , it fell plague to the harvest last year. We don’t have much water, the river is drying out. Many men and women are migrating to the United States looking for better opportunities to help their family.
Pedro will leave next week. He wants to raise money because he wants to marry Lupita, he had not been able to find a job here. He is living day by day, there is no way that he would be able to save money for a wedding and to start a new family here. Rosita is also leaving, her mother is very sick and needs money to pay for her mother’s medication. We all are going to miss her, she is a very happy girl and good daughter.
My brother Pancho, the oldest of my house invited me to come to the United States. We are hoping to save some money to start a business and fix my mother’s house. My mother is a widowed woman with 4 children left to raise.
We arrived to United States last month. We have nothing but our heart and desire to work.
Tariácuri, Tangaxoan and Caltzontzin,
