After the islands, another interlude through North and Central America. It was Karin who advised me to go.
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Veintiuno. Alice Part 1
When I dreamt that the woman I was making love to turned into a pig I knew that I had become too cynical.
I watched her face fill out, her cheeks lose their definition and her nose turn up at me to form a perfectly cylindrical snout. Her skin became rough. It became pockmarked and covered in fine grey hairs and then her mouth widened and opened up to reveal a coarse and unclean set of teeth.
Then her ears retreated, grew longer into sharp points that flopped over like a dog’s ears. And her eyes too lost their shine and their beauty. They contracted and sank into the skin and they became red and as fired as a madman’s. I watched her and I laughed and cried for atop of this perverse metamorphosis was her hair, untouched by the transformation and spread loosely across the pillow: a blonde wig on the head of a pig.
It was the one hope for my salvation.
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Veinticuatro. Alice Part 2
Alice slipped her arm under mine as if to seek protection in the folds of my body but I felt like a child warmed in her embrace. Each step we took through the mist revealed a new tree broken from its roots and lain flat on grass that shone with the morning dew. I asked: “Why does your father always talk to me about religion?”
Vo’ob Xcha’-vinik. Alice Part 3
After the pig dream, I rose from the bed and wrote a letter to Alice in the hope that it would sort things out…
I wandered out into the cool night air and headed away from the quiet end of Roma Norte towards the bars along the Avenida Álvaro Obregón – even though I was not far from her father’s house I did not feel that I could visit. Instead, I stopped to look at a bulletin on the door of a jazz café and a man pulled me by the arm and shoved me inside.
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