"We were on our way to the colmado for an errand, a beer for my tío, when Rafa stood still and tilted his head, as if listening to a message I couldn't hear, something beamed in from afar. We were close to the colmado; you could hear the music and the gentle clop of drunken voices. I was nine that summer, but my brother was twelve, and he was the one who wanted to see Ysrael, who looked out towards Barbacoa and said, We should pay that kid a visit." - From Junot Díaz's Drown (1996)

Check out the video of our Fall 2007 Lecture:
Hunter Professor Ahmed Bawa
"The Meeting of the Local and the Global at the HIV/AIDS Pandemic"
24 October 2007

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