“The ancestral identity of a land is reflected in what those who inhabited it before left behind. The stones cannot be taken to the other side, remaining anchored to the earth that formed them and enduring the impassive onslaught of the elements that carve in them a rough and imperishable character.

This land, tough and enduring like granite, saw the birth, life, and death of as many men and women as years have passed. They, determined to possess a portion of land and sacrifice themselves to shape it, can only resign themselves to being temporary inhabitants of solid ground, sculptors of details in the impassive rock. How can we think that this land belongs to us when, without a doubt, it is us who belong to this land?”

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