Translated by Marvin Najarro As she does every day, she wakes up at three in the morning, stretches her body out on the metal bed with the wobbly leg and jumps off landing on her feet on the dirt floor. She unbars the makeshift door and goes outside to brush her teeth and wash her face with cold water that received the night’s dew. She cuts a lemon in half, sprinkles a little baking soda on it, and rubs her sobacos with it. She ties her hair into a ponytail, puts on her shoes, and grabs a sweater. She starts walking down…

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