Street Reflections: notes from behind tinted glass

(4/20)
A shrill cry. Long black hair, a woman is screaming. She bends down, whisks something up from off the sidewalk and touches her ear. A crowd gathers, cars stop. A man in a yellow cuffed shirt and sunglasses is sending fists to the face of a man in jeans and a hoodie. Uppercuts, elbows, and headbutts. The hooded man crumples to the ground. Policia Nacional appear and pull back on the shoulders of the yellow-shirt man. He sends a kick. Hoodied-man motionless and bloodied. Yellow-shirt man retreats. A woman, with a rounded belly and gray hair shakes his hand and pats his back.


(4/22)
Emergencia Policia. A white pickup truck with black letters pulls up in front of the Hotel. A man wearing a burgundy beret and black uniform steps out and stands with hands on hips. The man presses against the back of a passing pedestrian. Another man, in matching attire steps out of the vehicle. Together they walk into the hotel.

A crowd is gathering near the vehicle, near the front of the hotel. The two men reappear. They are dragging a body, arms dangling to its sides in unnatural form. They hoist the body onto the bed of the truck, close the gate, and drive out of sight.


(4/21..22..23..24..25..26)
A piece of cardboard cut out to fit the square scale – like a welcome mat. He sits in front of it or sometimes stands, his hands often crossed as though in prayer. Pedestrians pass. People go in and out of the bakery. Everyday he’s there, next to the stone exterior of the building. Twenty centavos to stand on the welcome mat, he waits.




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a toddler walking styrofoam





...at the moment, Cafeteria EL Balcon

REAL TIMEE!!! YEAH YAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! tralalalalalal AHhhh!
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