“Surely, you are not going to the porqueriza?” he said. “You are playing with your life, señorita: they’re all perverts and addicts.”
porquerizaseñorita“I"m aware of that,” she replied evenly, telling half the truth: with the Belgian priest René, she had often walked through the neighboring district of Canela. During the daytime, she knew her way around. But now, she stood in doubt in front of the entrance to the pigsty. The spring days were still short; it was already twilight.
She orientated herself on the church, the only significant building that stood close to the slum. Her boots became dirty because of the mud from the heavy rainfall of the last few days. Further on, the mud reached her ankles, and the path became slippery.
Alejandro had told her about the church on the left, to w
