The author and a new friend sort bananas and citrus in the 1979 Guatemalan jungle. This graphic was made to look cleaner and nicer than the situation actually was. The author created it as a gift for the young man's mother in 2013. He died over six years later after the author's father classified him as a political prisoner and shut him away for years in a small wooden cage. This graphic is a testament to his last normal activity. Thankfully, because of this graphic, sorting fruit is how his sad mother now remembers him. (Of interest, the branches of bananas, called racimos where I was, are cut from the tree and hung under shelters since the wildlife would get them if left to ripen outdoors. Fruit was sorted into classifications of ripeness. This is why the fruit in the crate is all green.)