ABSTRACT
You hear that siren? The next one is for me, but they won't catch me!" "Slowly, abuela. Slowly. Come again." "I need your help. You help your abuela, okay? You love your abuela, right?" "Okay, Okay abuela, make it quick." "The rescue, Miqui, the rescue, the paramedics, Miqui. Once they get you, they
plug you in and you just cannot die. Besides, I no want to be bury in this country. I will be the first one here and who knows where the next one will be, dead and all alone! The whole world gets scatter in America, even dead people. When I am gone I want to be right next to my sister, Hilda, in Havana. I owe it to her. Me bury in Havana, okay? No here."
