Abstract
Today I feel like the boy featured at the start of the story Crazy February: Death and Life in the Mayan Highlands of Mexico by the US anthropologist Carter Wilson. My copy of this book is the 1974 University of California paperback edition and it is falling apart. This boy is all at once the perpetrator and victim of his own circumstance. He has a man, who we will find out he has killed, strapped to his back and he is on a journey to a town where justice will be dealt. Why do I feel like this boy?