When I visited Nicaragua in February with our partner John XXIII Institute, I met José and his sister, Marcelina. They showed me the family field where in the 1980s they had worked as children from 6am until 5pm, walking 4 kilometres there and back each time. José and Marcelina described how they worked the land without a plough and what they grew. I saw the tree they used to sit under to rest and to make a cup of coffee, and the stump of the tree José had felled to build his house. Their whole lives were defined by the land.