With Sindo Pacheco the Guardian Angels section takes on new dimensions. Sindo lives and writes—and I hope for a long time. He lives, works and writes in the city of Miami, USA. He has work ready for publication, a volume of stories and two novels. He has kindly agreed that we can publish his story, and for that I thank him once more.
Since he is alive I have to tread carefully, I cannot speak ill of him on pain of receiving a peasant challenge and ending up tangled up in blows, or worse, with machetes. That’s why I will cite two colleagues and friends of his, so it stays in the family.
Amir Valle has written, “His stories were characterized by a different take on humor, used not as a method of transmitting ideas, but rather the frame itself in which he developed his characters, intimately linked to the rural environment.”
Manual Sosa: “He’s one of those goldsmiths who save the profession, narrating without complexes, without wondering if he belongs in the rear or the vanguard… Since I’ve known him I have seen him help himself through that which nobody confesses: his own soul.”
If William Faulkner had his fictional county of Yoknapatawpha and Gabo his Macondo, Sindo has his Cabaiguán, that though not real is still marvelous, like a bench for resting and from where to receive sources for new dreams. I suspect that though now he may not walk down Valle Street, Sindo takes Cabaiguán to that unspeakable place as Manuel says: into his own soul.
