Dear Julio,

I received your letter with awe and gratefulness for your honesty. You were right, that closet in my room is very special to me, it reminds me of my grandmother.

—It was a very neat place, excessively white and empty. As if silence could become a place.

Between hundreds of shops and old buildings was a small apartment that rarely got hit by a ray of sun. It was a sort of cave in the middle of the city where it seemed air went to die.

She hadn't been able to sleep. The terror thoughts came to her in turns, ten minutes apart maximum and then, she felt the waters come closer and the dreams further.

Catalina was, in every meaning of the word, an average girl. Height: average. Grades: average. Beauty: average. Maturity: average.

Many months later, as she faced the supermarket line, Francisca Fernández was to remember that distant afternoon when her major announced the quarantine.

If you give one more step, your feet will burst. At least that’s how you feel.