Månad: februari 2006
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letters that bring the present yore to-day
– Pops, we got mail from Oso, didn’t know you had a fan of that sort. – M’ijo, Oso is a fine, fine acquaintance of sorts. We were once to get together in San Diego, back in 2004 but I was on memory lane and far from the highwire communication lines. Little too late did…
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Frijoles de la Olla
He does it. But he does it because he misses the very things which he is far from. I’ve always argued that there isn’t a most fervent nationalist than he or she who is an ex-pat. So he sits there in the kitchen and makes food that he used to eat at home. It’s incredible,…
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En el otro lado: un snippet cotidiano
Dear Diary: May 4, 2004 I went to the beach in Tijuana. It was crowded on sunday, it was sizziling hot. So yeah, there are we, strolling, me and my friend. So I tell him, let us go to the fence. It was corroded, the sea salt did it and the stupid army surplus material…
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Prologue
– Run! – What’s that noise? – It’s the chopper, órale! Run! – Hide by those bushes. – I can’t, their too low, and there isn’t much to hide in. – Chale homes! You got the castlight on you… – What? I can’t hear you? What did you say? It’s too bright! – Damn, here…