The long death began three blocks from where my grandmother died. Now, at night, under the purple haze, we rummage for scraps. We need females to rebuild. Rebuild. Is it possible?The rumors of good air in the south are false. Tomás says all the good air is gone. We head south, continued life requires sacrifice. The blue sky of my childhood is trying to return. We find the origin in the lies to hide lies. Why? Lies are meant to hide truth. Death becomes easy when hope is in finding the end of days. P.S. Reviews are always appreciated.