YET, the news we expected reached us and it could
perhaps change our lives if it wasn’t in an unfamiliar language;
whoever spoke it had died very young; however the crowd was
touched; it was finally just a matter of fatherhood and in such
cases the man who searched in the old discarded things, in
the city’s outskirts, turned and looked at me and no matter how
a doubter I was, I couldn’t but smell the treasure, since
the nights are very long in November and the boiled potatoes
we threw from hand to hand steamed in the night like one
who’s praying.
Libros Libertad 