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Viento de descuido means Wind of Carelessness. After questioning<br />
mothers, Panti traced infants’ problems to being left near a drafty window<br />
in the early morning hours or taken outdoors at dusk <strong>with</strong> their heads or<br />
bodies uncovered.<br />
As usual, the afternoon transport arrived just as we finished lunch and<br />
another discussion of Carla’s mal viento.<br />
An attractive young woman in a miniskirt walked in, followed by a<br />
square-framed, middle-aged man.<br />
The young woman had traveled all the way from Guatemala City to see<br />
Panti. Her brother had been abducted by the Guatemalan military a year<br />
ago. Her family had never heard from him again. He had become one of<br />
Guatemala’s many Desaparecidos.<br />
She wanted to know if her brother was still alive.<br />
“This is the work of the sastun,” Panti said as he guided her into the<br />
cement house.<br />
He sat at the table and she sat on the stool close to the door. He pulled<br />
the little clay jar containing the sastun out of the Ovaltine can and asked the<br />
boy’s name.<br />
“Ricardo,” she said.<br />
He turned the jar upside down into his left palm, and the sastun fell out.<br />
He blew three times on the sastun and three times into the clay jar, then<br />
placed the sastun back into the jar.<br />
He twirled the jar <strong>with</strong> the sastun inside in circles. It made the clacking<br />
sound I now knew well. As he twirled the jar, he sang a <strong>Maya</strong>n chant.<br />
He dumped the sastun out of the jar into her right hand and instructed<br />
her to hold it like a die and shake it.<br />
After a few minutes, he directed her to the doorway where the light was<br />
better. He opened her palm, poked at the sastun, and peered into it,<br />
searching for the answer.<br />
He motioned for me to come over and showed me <strong>with</strong> his finger a<br />
number of tiny bubbles inside the translucent ball.<br />
“There it is, there it is. Do you see it?” he said. I saw the bubbles, but it<br />
was like a foreign language to me. Panti could see a meaning <strong>with</strong>in those<br />
bubbles that I couldn’t.<br />
“The boy’s luck is good,” he said. “He is alive but far from home.”<br />
“Can you bring him home?” asked his sister.<br />
“Did you bring a photograph?” he asked.