Translated by Stephanie Lawyer
from "Nos quedan horas de camino" by Ivan Fernando González
It was the rainy season in Chiapas and the narrow road made driving slow and cautious. There was always the chance of a landslide just around the corner. I was driving with the window down, the cool air hitting me in the face, which gave me an excuse for having watery eyes. Up to now, I'd held back my tears.