“Seguimos Aquí”: Puerto Rico’s Fight for Identity and Voice
Growing up, I had trouble sleeping. I still do. I am afraid of the dark, uneasy with silence, unsure of what waits for me in the shadows — but when I lived in Puerto Rico, I knew what lived there.
At random hours of the night, music would drift through my window, blasting from trucks with huge speakers strapped to their sides. During Christmas time, those same trucks would play songs that played on my grandfather’s record player, filling the air with the music he yearned for. When the trucks
