Two millennia later, the debts of the poor merit the severest of punishments. Private property punishes those deprived of property.
July 25. RECIPE FOR SPREADING THE PLAGUE
In the fourteenth century fanatical custodians of the Catholic faith declared war on cats in Europe’s cities.
These diabolical animals, instruments of Satan, were crucified, skewered, skinned alive or chucked into bonfires.
Then the rats, liberated from their worst enemies, came to rule the cities. And the Black Death, transmitted by rats, killed thirty million Europeans.
July 26. IT’S RAINING CATS
On the big island of Borneo, cats used to eat the lizards that ate the cockroaches, and the cockroaches ate the wasps that ate the mosquitoes.
DDT was not on the menu.
In the middle of the twentieth century, the World Health Organization bombarded the island with massive doses of DDT to fight malaria, and they annihilated the mosquitoes and everything else.
When the rats found out that the cats had been poisoned, they invaded the island, devoured the fruit of the fields and spread typhus and other calamities.
Faced with the unforeseen rat attack, the experts of the World Health Organization convened a crisis committee and decided to parachute in cats.
Around this time in 1960, felines by the dozen descended from the skies over Borneo.
The cats landed softly, to the cheers of the humans who had survived the assistance of the international community.
July 27. THE LOCOMOTIVE FROM PRAGUE
Today in Helsinki, the 1952 Olympics came to an end.
Emil Zatopek, unbeatable long-distance runner, as strong and speedy as a locomotive, won three gold medals.
In his country he was declared a national hero and given the rank of colonel in the Czechoslovakian army.
Some years later, in 1968, Zatopek supported the popular uprising and opposed the Soviet invasion.
The colonel became a street sweeper.
July 28. TESTAMENT
In 1890, in a letter to his brother Theo, Vincent van Gogh wrote:
Let my paintings speak.
He killed himself the following day.
His paintings speak for him still.
July 29. WE WANT A DIFFERENT TIME
For three days in 1830, six thousand barricades turned the city of Paris into a battlefield and defeated all the king’s soldiers.
When this day became night, crowds used stones and bullets to smash the city’s clocks: the grand clocks of the churches and other temples of power.
July 30. INTERNATIONAL FRIENDSHIP DAY
As Carlos Fonseca Amador liked to say, a friend criticizes you to your face and praises you behind your back.
And as experience says, a real friend is a friend in all seasons. The others are just summertime friends.
July 31. TIME FORETOLD
In ancient times there was an uprising of things.
As the Mayas know, before the before, all the mistreated kitchen implements rebelled: burnt pans, chipped mortars, nicked knives, broken crockery. And the gods supported them in their rebellion.
Much later, on the plantations of Yucatán, Maya slaves, who were treated as things, rose up against the masters who gave orders by whip, because they said Indians had their ears on their backs.
On this night in 1847, war broke out. For half a century slaves would occupy the plantations, and they burned the documents that legalized their enslavement and the enslavement of their children and the enslavement of their children’s children.
AUGUST
August 1. OUR MOTHER WHO ART IN EARTH
Today in the towns of the Andes, Mother Earth, Pachamama, celebrates her big fiesta.
Her children sing and dance on this everlasting day, and they share with Mother Earth a mouthful of every corn delicacy, and a sip of each of the strong drinks that lubricate their joy.
At the end they ask forgiveness for the harm the despoiled and poisoned earth has suffered, and they plead with her not to punish them with earthquakes, frosts, droughts, floods or other furies.
This is the oldest faith in the Americas.
Here is how the Tojolobal Mayas of Chiapas greet our Mother:
You offer us beans,
which are so delicious
with hot peppers, with tortilla.
Corn you give us, and fine coffee.
Dear mother,
take good care of us, do.
And may it never occur to us
to put you up for sale.
She does not live in heaven. She lives in the depths below ground, and there she awaits us: the earth that feeds us will feed on us in turn.
August 2. CHAMP
On this day in 1980, Colombian boxer Kid Pambelé, out cold on the canvas, lost his world title.
He was born in Palenque, the old refuge for rebel slaves, and before becoming world champion he sold newspapers, shined shoes and boxed in little towns lost on the map in return for food.
Eight years his glory lasted. More than a hundred bouts, only twelve defeats.
He ended up throwing punches at his own shadow.
August 3. THE BELOVEDS
This story began when the gods, envious of human passion, punished Zhinü the weaver and her lover, whose name has been forgotten. The gods severed their embrace, which had made them one, and condemned each to solitude. Ever since, they live on either side of the Milky Way, the great celestial river that cannot be crossed.
But once a year and for one night only, on the seventh night of the seventh moon, what was rent can be sewn.
Magpies lend a hand, or rather a wing. Linking wings, they form a bridge for the nighttime encounter.
Weavers, embroiderers and tailors from all over China are on pins and needles, praying it will not rain.
If it does not, the weaver Zhinü gets under way. The dress she slips on and will soon slip off is the work of her masterful hands.
But if it rains, the magpies will not come, no bridge across the heavens will knit up what has been unraveled, and on earth no festival will celebrate the art of loom and needle.
August 4. CLOTHING TELLS THE TALE
Some two thousand years ago the great city of the Miaos was razed.
As ancient Chinese manuscripts reveal, somewhere in the vast plains between the Yellow and Yangtze Rivers, lay a city where “people with wings who called themselves the Miaos lived.”
There are nearly ten million Miaos in China today. They speak a language that was never written down, but they dress in clothing that speaks of their lost grandeur. With silk threads they weave the story of their origins and their exodus, their births and their burials, wars of gods and of men, and also the monumental city that no longer is.
“We wear the city,” one of the oldest of them explains. “The gate is in the cowl. The streets run all over the cloak, and on the shoulders our gardens grow.”