Bolivia
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Carlos Yushimito had lost his glasses the day I met him. It was January or February in 2011 and we’d been invited to speak at a literary event in a still cold and gray New York. We spent hours wanderi... -
Doctor An left in the early hours of the morning on a hipu bound for the heliport on the military base on the Perimeter. He didn’t sleep much that night. A secret mission would take him, over the cour... -
She disliked him ever since he stood her up at the last minute with a group project during their first year of college. “I’m sick,” he said on the phone in a neutral tone that didn’t demand sympathy,... -
It’s strange, but that’s what I was thinking about when I (un)heard an unusual clanging on my street’s sidewalk: a taxi door that closed with a crunch, a couple of male voices and some far-off steps,...
