You Rock My World

As a news analyst, part of my job is to discover trends and make predictions… or, as oft is true in Guatemala’s case, offer grim and dire warnings.

One trend that I’ve stumbled upon, if you’ll pardon the pun, is that of moving earth. Massively moving earth in the form of tremors and minor earthquakes. Everywhere: México. Honduras. El Salvador. Nicaragua. Costa Rica. Panamá. South America.

Everywhere, that is… but here in Guatemala. While all of our neighbors have been boogieing to the beat of shifting tectonic plates, it has been quite quiet here.

Too quiet.

Now I certainly don’t want to play the part of the Prophet of Doom. Nor will my smug “I told you so” smirk be any comfort as I plummet from my apartment some sixteen floors to Parque Central below (I’m aiming for the fountain).

It just reminds me, however, of what my sister, Vicki, says about her kids: “it s when they’re quiet that you really have to worry.”

And if worrying weren’t enough, now I have that Carole King song stuck in my head: “I feel the earth move under my feet, I feel the sky tumbling down, a-tumbling down…”