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.
Veinticuatro. Alice Part 2 Twenty Six. The Language Divides