Recuerdos de la lluvia

“This is an official country of battles, officials, monuments, parades; a country that functions throughout the years, the centuries, and on the other hand, a country that functions day by day. It’s the story of a taxi driver who goes out in Lima in the morning thinking: “Today, how the hell will it end up?” and he does it every day. The guy wakes up in the morning and while he shaves, looking at himself in the mirror, he talks to God and asks him for a couple of fares to the airport; God grants him the fares and everything falls into place in a ritualistic way. I mean, the man eats, gets drunk, vomits, makes love, fills the car with flowers, they paint the car white…”*

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