The sun was still hot at 4pm...mountain weather akin to Antofagasta, Chile where I had been so long...cool air combined with a midday sun which seemed intent upon searing your skin....Mind at full throttle as I attempted to combine my head and body into a cohesive whole....Then a moments reprieve from my melancholy musings.....stores....a whole bevy of large shops with bays and mountains of custom wheels glimmering in the light like diamonds....gleaming representations of desire....of shiny chrome wheels polished to perfection as I cruised through town....of cars I had owned, of the person I used to be....
they continued and I watched as a variety of large american suvs waited for new tires and rims to be fitted...skinny arabians came out wearing long thomes attending the customers....
As I returned to the hotel still in a state of scarcity...that the past was infinitely better than any future....my friend Juan yelled out to me that a student was here and he wanted to show me his car....
¨which car?¨I asked him half-interested....then I glanced at the row of vehicles parked in front and saw a beat-up ford crown vic....