Bajo la bruma de un sol atrapado, los niños juegan en uno de los patios. No se les ve, pero su algazara recorre el barrio, despertando este domingo incierto.
“Now I was by no means
so certain; doubt and worry plucked at me as we swayed together in
the car of a rackety subway train. We got off soon. The bus itself
left for Jones Beach from a dingy terminal on Nostrand Avenue, a
place swarming with unruly Brooklynites jostling for position to get
to the sun”.
William Styron. “Sophie's
Choice”.
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