She lifted her gaze from the firewood stove and smiled:
- I cooked for him every single day, for weeks. Then, I understood. He's not coming back.
We looked at each other…
and it came to me, the certainty that Resistance is an everyday gesture
“Let's allow the act of cooking to become an excuse to speak the unspeakable; to bring back those who have been taken away from us. Let's allow cooking to become a survival mechanism to face their absence.”
Zahara Gómez Lucini