Her laughter echoes all throughout Fúquene. Dora Flor Alba Briceño lives for and thanks to the lagoon. She understands it, walks around it, caresses its waters. She knows when she can harvest its reeds because she asks for permission, just as every member of her family has always done. She has a distant memory of her great-grandmother Cristo, her grandmother Ángela, and her parents sitting on the floor and weaving the mats they sold for a living. They affectionately called her gurrioncita. At the age of eight, she was already riding on the boat, and learning both to cut bundles of reeds through waist-deep water, and to make beautiful baskets, mats, and vessels.
Dora Flor Alba Briceño