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A House in Santiago fiction by LUIS SEPÚLVEDA Translated from the Spanish by Paul Grens |
| It all happened very quickly because that’s the way things go when the sky is in a hurry. Something broke in the air, the clouds unloaded their violence, and in a few seconds I was soaked in the middle of the avenue. I was trotting at such a clip in search of a place to shelter myself that I thought of trying to make it to the El Condor bookstore, the only Latin American bookstore in Zurich, certain that I would be received warmly there by Maria Moretti, who would hurry to get me out of my raincoat and offer me a mug of coffee while she dried my head with a towel. The storm worsened, though, and I had no choice but to assume the behavior of a desperate chicken that seems to characterize all pedestrians caught by surprise in a storm. READ MORE |
