About the book: 2009 / "When you take your eyes off the burnt match that has fallen under the seat, it turns out that the bus is standing, the window is black, and Drops of condensation slowly flow down into it. Without really waking up, you go to the exit, someone unceremoniously squeezes past - strong palms freeze on your shoulders for a second, “gracias, chica,” a dark hand pulls a cigarette from your pocket. In the darkness of the pass, the door of a roadside eatery glows, the engine crackles as it cools, and the sides of the bus shine, already covered with frost. The smell of eucalyptus leaves my throat cold. The driver, squatting, drinks coffee in hasty small sips, steam billowing from the cardboard cup. After being stuck on a bus in the humid heat of the lowlands, the shiver hits; you fumble in your pocket, feeling for change and wondering: will you have time to run to the cafe or the bus will leave without you. Hesitating, you take a few steps into the darkness. The bright spot of the door suddenly becomes terribly distant; you decide not to risk it and freeze in the middle of the road, a tiny, almost doll-like figure, crushed by silence. Behind is the reliable carcass of a bus, in front is the light of the only housing for kilometers, and the asphalt glistens damply. The mountains are not visible in the dark, but you feel their presence as you feel a large animal lurking nearby - heavy paws crush the silver grass, rarefied air rustles in its powerful lungs. Giant agave arrows sway from the animal’s breath, and the smell of ancient dust ingrained in the skin is swaying. You are torn between grabbing your bag and rushing into the darkness, or hiding in the bright warmth of the bus. Mountains fall from the sky with a rustling sound, and you flinch when someone tugs on your sleeve.…»