An encounter with the past- dormant sights, now exposed. I close my eyes. I clench my jaw. The moment arrives with dreadful punctuality.
Red-walled labyrinths in the Zoo. Inside, a man chasing after his son and daughter. The small girl begins to count again. She thinks the walls are made from Paper-Mache. After veinte, she runs to find her father, empty-handed.
Above, bystanders drink juice from coca-cola bottles while others kneel to lay their less desired bed sheets on scant grass. A little boy dances to the music in his head. In the distance, a young mother cannot distinguish the ground from the sky.
