In times of disorder,of organized confusion,of dehumanized humanity,nothing should seem natural.
It was the first time that she had visited Ecuador. She called me but wrote again later: “I’m the Argentine writer, Hebe Uhart, I can’t hear you very well over the phone. I’ll arrive in Quito on Monda...
Seeing as how I had to wait four or five hours to make the connection with Cubana de Aviación, I wandered around the terminal. Images came to my mind from 10 years ago. I visited this splendid...