EN·001 · El Sitio
At five in the morning, Bernardo was still driving around the Zona Rosa. He had looked and looked again at all the boys standing on the corners, waiting. None of them was quite the one: the boy who had suddenly appeared at five forty-three, beneath a streetlamp, scribbling in a purple notebook with an indifferent expression.
The yellow Mustang stopped in front of Isaac. When he saw it, the boy smiled with a kind of shared flirtatiousness. It was clear this was not the first time they had seen each other.
—Come closer, please —Bernardo ordered.
As though indulging a difficult customer, Isaac approached the window as it finished rolling down. He leaned against it indifferently.
—Get in.
—Are you trying to seduce me? —Isaac asked provocatively.
Bernardo looked at him gravely.
—You have to come with me.
—Where?
—To Cuetzalan.
—Why?
—They are accusing you of murder, Isaac.
Isaac, Bernardo’s brother, got into the yellow Mustang. As the car drove along Florencia toward the Ángel de Reforma, he saw in the rearview mirror another boy exactly like him, who at that very moment was getting into another yellow Mustang.
This had happened throughout all eternity.
EN·001 · El Sitio
At five in the morning, Bernardo was still driving around the Zona Rosa. He had looked and looked again at all the boys standing on the corners, waiting. None of them was quite the one: the boy who had suddenly appeared at five forty-three, beneath a streetlamp, scribbling in a purple notebook with an indifferent expression.
The yellow Mustang stopped in front of Isaac. When he saw it, the boy smiled with a kind of shared flirtatiousness. It was clear this was not the first time they had seen each other.
—Come closer, please —Bernardo ordered.
As though indulging a difficult customer, Isaac approached the window as it finished rolling down. He leaned against it indifferently.
—Get in.
—Are you trying to seduce me? —Isaac asked provocatively.
Bernardo looked at him gravely.
—You have to come with me.
—Where?
—To Cuetzalan.
—Why?
—They are accusing you of murder, Isaac.
Isaac, Bernardo’s brother, got into the yellow Mustang. As the car drove along Florencia toward the Ángel de Reforma, he saw in the rearview mirror another boy exactly like him, who at that very moment was getting into another yellow Mustang.
This had happened throughout all eternity.
ES·001 · El Sitio
A las cinco de la mañana, Bernardo seguía dando vueltas por la Zona Rosa. Había visto y vuelto a ver a todos los muchachos que se paraban en las esquinas, esperando. Ninguno era exactamente ese: el que apareció de pronto a las cinco cuarenta y tres, bajo un farol, garabateando en un cuaderno púrpura con cara de indiferencia.
El Mustang amarillo se detuvo frente a Isaac. Al verlo, el muchacho sonrió con una suerte de coquetería compartida. Era evidente que no era la primera vez que se veían.
—Acércate, por favor —ordenó Bernardo.
Como si estuviese complaciendo a un cliente difícil, Isaac se acercó a la ventanilla que terminaba de bajar. Se reclinó con indiferencia.
—Sube.
—¿Quieres seducirme? —preguntó Isaac, provocativo.
Bernardo lo miró serio.
—Tienes que venir conmigo.
—¿A dónde?
—A Cuetzalan.
—¿Por qué?
—Te acusan de asesinato, Isaac.
Isaac, el hermano de Bernardo, subió al Mustang amarillo. Cuando el automóvil circuló por Florencia hacia el Ángel de Reforma, vio en el retrovisor a otro muchacho exactamente igual a él, que en ese momento se subía a otro Mustang amarillo.
Esto había sucedido durante toda la eternidad.