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The Silver People Chronicle

This is the story of the West Indian people of Panama.

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Friday, July 29, 2016


Our Chivas looked much like these in the early 1950's.  It was a much less complicated time in Panama and the bus rides were a pleasant experience.

Back to Colon

With my credits in hand my return ride to Colon made me feel victorious. From the bus, however, I again experienced how people lived in those days on the outskirts of both urban areas. The first couple of stops en route I saw people getting on and off the bus at one of those unscheduled

I would have been grateful for someone like this, a Chichero who sells cold coconut water to passengers on the Diablo Rojo buses.


Quickly walking up Calle Estudiante I reached The National Institute with every intention of returning to Colon as soon as possible, encouraged that I would have a place in that new school. But before I could think further I was rapidly ascending the stairway leading to the Grand Hall or “Aula Maxima.”

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