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. Then I stopped to look at a bulletin on the door of a jazz café when a man pulled me by the arm and shoved me inside.

February 1992

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