Last spring, I made a pilgrimage to rural El Salvador to learn about the violence that had occurred there during the U.S-supported Salvadoran Civil War. The journey became a sacred one for me my first evening there, in the home of my host Florinda.
Fleeing a tragic civil war, almost one million refugees from El Salvador live silently in our midst. Many have mental problems rising from their experiences at home: repression, terrorism, and outright combat. What follows is an account of one refugee's story, changed only in minor details to protect her identity. A similar story could be told by almost any one of the million refugees. --B.B.Z.