Pyongyang’s Plan / Rosa María Rodríguez Torrado
I get up, got to the mirror to brush my teeth, and discover that my eyes are slanted. I can’t turn on the light because Rafa is sleeping; I prefer to think that I didn’t sleep well and that it’s because of the shadows in the room and I leave it. I turn on the … Continue reading “Pyongyang’s Plan / Rosa María Rodríguez Torrado”