I lost the world where I belonged. Now I don't belong anywhere.--Isabel Allende (Cheever)
This paper rose out of a "request." In 1996, for five and a half months, I worked as a resource person and teacher at Fayetteville-Manlius High School, a prestigious public school on the outskirts of Syracuse, New York. One of our Spanish teachers found out that Isabel Allende was coming to town to give a lecture. Concerned about the students' provincialism in not knowing who Isabel Allende ...
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