This is the sign at Café Brujula in Oaxaca. Although my mother has warned me (throughout my life, even as I was blowing out birthday candles) to be careful what I wish for, I want to approach the counter with a roll of all of the injustices I want to see made just in this world. My list begins with education for the Little Businessman and Co., and it extends to all other children who deserve the opportunity to learn about our world.
I have practiced stating these desires out loud in my politest Spanish. But usually I just ask for a latte.
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