1This bulletthat you all see me carryingin a never-sold pistol,is fifty years old.It comes from a whirlwindwhen the people in the streets fired their gunsduring four senseless days,like a flame of grainsfrom…

being a pedestrianin QuitoI feel so seenI decided to seein every facelines rounded from sin,in every mouthwords frozen wanting to leavebodies bodies in the streetswhispering in the houses all the wallsall…

I can't stop thinking about them, Doctor, I said.

Well, speed up, goddamn it! he said, while he looked at the roadway very excitedly and in a panic, can't you see that the commissioner is waiting for me?