Storyteller from the ground of Sonaco. A lazy amateur (striving for professionalism) and an inveterate wordsmith, he tells stories in any format. He fancies himself inflexibly right in preferring doubts to rigid certainties. His father wanted him to be a football player, but what he really wanted was to be a saint, a dream that died when he discovered that sin was more flavourful. He worked as a bricklayer and cobblestone worker; now he engages in Quixotic battles against decolonial, postcolonial, neocolonial, anti-colonial, or anything with the word ‘colonial’ in it, finding no better place for this than academia (not the gym, for heaven’s sake). He has also written a book and contributed to several others. He organises workshops and arts events. He considers himself funny just because his five-year-old niece adores his antics. Since 2017, he has been working at Mediateca Abotcha (mediateca-onshore.org), a cultural creation programme for dreams and utopias, aimed at the horizontalisation of knowledge.