But not today. I approach the line with abuenos díasand a smile,taking the ‘último’ from a middle-aged womanand giving it to a hunched 92-year-old with cloudy eyes who ambles up next. A fellow arrives, asks for the last person in line, and inquires how fast it’s moving. “I...
A CRISIS APPROACHING THAT UN NERVES ME. AND CAUSES ME TO TREMBLE, FOR THE SAFETY OF MY COUNTRY.CORPORATIONS HAVE BEEN ENTHRONED. AND AN ERA OF CORRUPTION,IN HIGH PLACES WILL FOLLOW. AND THE MONEY POWER OF THE COUNTRY WILL ENDEAVOR.TO PROLONG IT'S REIGN,BY SEEKING UPON THE PREJUDICES OF ...
Every single goddamn week. Oftentimes more than once, someone—a dear friend, ex-lover, work colleague, loyal customer, neighbor—writes to say they’ve left the country. That they’re not going to be the last one out, charged with extinguishing the Morro’s light. The fleeing are now ...