An Old Phone Saved My Life
Now, I will tell you about an incident I had a few days ago when I was returning home from work.
Now, I will tell you about an incident I had a few days ago when I was returning home from work.
I am talking about a location visible from the central highway. It has a single floor, and its façade may seem austere, only until you enter.
When I accepted my current job, I didn’t know the area where it was located. “Be careful, because there’s a favela there,” they told me.
Everything was closed: schools, banks, businesses, except for hospitals and a few select food preparation centers.
This past summer both Trump and Venezuela’s Nicolas Maduro stated that if they lose their respective elections there would be a bloodbath.
Despite the poor condition of the abandoned complex, some new neighbors have appeared in one of the first-floor apartments.
The last time I’d seen a dentist here in Brazil was at a state clinic after I’d already spent several months enduring a toothache.
Lately, I’m feeling nostalgia for so many things. Almost any time from the past seems better to me than now.
Before leaving for the United States through the lottery in 1998, my father lived on 13th Street in the San Fiel neighborhood of Holguin.
In my personal experience, I have been surprised by the behavior of its citizens, the way they care for plants and animals…