My friend Heidi Brandt, an artist and pace activist from the U.S. who lived in Mexico, died quickly of Leukaemia in the 1990’s. I went to visit Heidi’s son Peter Brandt, who lived in the house he’d built for Heidi, in Tepoztlan, Mexico. I arrived in the afternoon, and no one was home. I sat down in the backyard and read a political magazine of the kind Heidi used to read. I sat on a mound. I noticed ants crawling up my pant leg. I looked up at their trail and saw at the end of the mound a cross. I was sitting on Heidi! I kept reading with her until Peter came home.