Adam in Eden. Carlos Fuentes
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sofas. They used to chill cans in their fridges. Now they collect cans, supposedly for recycling, but they sell bags full of cans for scrap. Same difference. You ought to see for yourself. Gutted sofas. Remember that family? Now they’re all alcoholics. Out of total desperation. To numb themselves. To forget. To . . . But not everybody lets themselves go to seed, you know? Even down there, some of them show a little initiative. They defend themselves with kidnapped dogs, pit bulls mostly. Spiked collars. Chained beasts. Set free only to defend them. The more enterprising ones built a fence out of chains. They try to defend themselves and all those who have also fallen. Old colleagues. Family. Friends. Then one day: poor. Camped out here, you know, in Taco Flats? That’s what they named the place: Taco Flats! They put up the chain barrier to defend themselves, to maintain the illusion that, although they’re down, they are defending themselves behind a chain barrier, just like the old days when they built walls around their houses. They couldn’t, Mr. Gorozpe, they just couldn’t put up any resistance. They thought they could keep out others who were even more downtrodden than they were, mark the boundaries of their own exclusive community of misery, misery reserved for them alone. But Mr. Gorozpe, they couldn’t, they just couldn’t pull it off. Yesterday’s poor were already there. Only today’s poor didn’t notice them. They just arrived. They drew a line around a zone of misfortune. They set up tents, toilets, dogs, gutted sofas. But they didn’t look carefully. The people who were already down and out were already there. But the new poor, the new down-and-out, didn’t even look at them, and only after they locked themselves in behind their chain barrier with their dogs did they realize that none of their initiative would do them any good. Because the old poor were already there. Only the new poor hadn’t seen them. They were already inside, do you follow me?”
“Why are you talking in the plural?”
“Why am I what, sir?”
“Yes, of course, you are. You sound like you’re talking about a lot of people.”
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