The happy death of Alborada Almanza

"How nice it is not to be alone," she said out loud, because the sensation that someone was with her was as palpable as each of the small pleasures that had been rescued from forgotten times, like the agility that was returning to her flaccid muscles, like the desire to never wake up and t...

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Published in:The Review of contemporary fiction 2006-09, Vol.26 (3), p.65
Main Author: Fuentes, Leonardo Padura
Format: Magazinearticle
Language:English
Subjects:
Perception
Short stories
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Summary:"How nice it is not to be alone," she said out loud, because the sensation that someone was with her was as palpable as each of the small pleasures that had been rescued from forgotten times, like the agility that was returning to her flaccid muscles, like the desire to never wake up and to live forever in that world where guava pastries, condensed milk, Palmolive soap, and above all coffee-pure coffee, without horrifying extenders-were as common as was their absence in the world where she had been living.
ISSN:0276-0045