Ibis Gomez-Vega (*) We played...

Ibis Gomez-Vega (*)

We played by means of the loud music coming from the radio, on the other hand nothing could drown the healthy of our voices yelling by the and of a ball game. La pelota was our game, played in the middle of the public way with car doors and distinctive torn sidewalk patches for bases. fireside base was usually somebody's handkerchief, if the wind wasn't blowing, and one time I took off my underwear in the middle of the highway so we could play.

"It's not like there's something to see" El Gordo said beneath his breath but loud enough in such a manner I could hear him. I lifted up my skirt in common ...