ABSTRACT
To land at this airport […] is to plunge directly into a state in which no ground is solid, no depth of field reliable, no perception so definite that it might not dissolve into its reverse.
(Joan Didion, Salvador (United States, 1983))
They put me in a room and the first thing I saw when they uncovered my eyes was the United States flag and on the other side the Bolivian flag, and a framed picture with two hands that said “Alliance for Progress.” […] The desk was full of rubber stamps.
