Don't leave our struggle in the emptiness of the great rulers. All afternoon we talked in the Committee. We tried to find the word 'surrender' in some language but we couldn't. It doesn't translate into Tzotzil nor into Tzeltal and no one remembers that word in Tojolabal or in Chol. Someone arrives with rain pouring off the cap and the rifle, 'Coffee's ready', they tell us.
Coffee wins unanimously.