Mick Harte Was Here

As I go through my bookshelf looking at all the stuff I have, I found one particular item that took me to the past, and reminded me how my life has been something else - the stories I could tell!

let’s go back eight years, I think. A 13-year old boy is sitting at his desk, typing in his computer a translation of a book from English to Spanish, with no help of dictionaries or anything else. A project that he had to get done. It wasn’t a school assignment, it wasn’t something that he was told to do. This assignment was for pure fun.

The book was called “Mick Harte Was Here”, and the boy had read it when he was previosly living in the US. He liked it so much that he decided to make a Spanish copy of it so his Mexican relatives could read it. When he finished translating the book he printed out the pages in book-like type of paper, and went to his neighborhood papeleria, to put the whole book together. A papeleria – think of it like a smaller kinkos. They are really common in Mexico and you could find one almost everywhere.

The Spanish version was called “Mick Harte Estuvo Aqui”. There was three copies I believe, one the boy kept and another he gave to his aunt. To this day, the little boy still keeps a copy of it. That little boy is me ya’ll!