Machann Pistach. Jacmel.
We met her on the street, seated quietly with small plastic bags of ground peanuts arranged beside her.
She has been selling for a long time. Before this, she sold other things. Now, with limited means, she focuses on what she can manage on her own.
She was born in Cayes Jacmel and raised in Jacmel. This is the only place she knows.
When she was younger, she worked as a maid for a family for many years. She began that work early in life. She raised two children, a boy and a girl, while working in other people’s homes.
Time has changed what her body can carry.
Now, she grinds peanuts herself, bags them, and sells them in the streets so she does not have to rely on anyone. Some days she can afford to buy two buckets of peanuts. Other days, only one. Sometimes she buys them on loan and pays them back once she sells enough.
She speaks plainly about this rhythm. There is no complaint in her voice. Only continuity.
This work allows her to remain independent, even as her strength shifts.
Some stories become objects.
Others remain words.
