It's 2006 In the hot Internet café of the Mexican coastal town of Zihuatanejo on the Pacific Ocean, where I have been spending my winters for several years, I received an e-mail from my old aunt Lili. The subject was my phone number. She had written the message as if she were writing me a letter, saluting me, Dear Teddy, and signing your Aunt Lili.
A shark had eaten my mother
A shark had eaten my mother
A shark had eaten my mother
It's 2006 In the hot Internet café of the Mexican coastal town of Zihuatanejo on the Pacific Ocean, where I have been spending my winters for several years, I received an e-mail from my old aunt Lili. The subject was my phone number. She had written the message as if she were writing me a letter, saluting me, Dear Teddy, and signing your Aunt Lili.