Lisandro Sanchez

After being away from Guatemala for a long time, one Christmas morning accompanied by my family, who I have not seen for a long time either. The sounds of the house, the marimba on the radio, my cousins and aunts gossiping. A nostalgic journey that starts in Guatemala City and ends in the port, at Cerro Mirandilla.

It arises from the nostalgia for a place that witnessed the growth of two generations, but is now abandoned, awaiting its prompt demolition.