when the sun shines - by brunella - what a shame

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As a rule, my family doesn't travel, but every time a plane hits a storm, I remember something one of my cousins said years ago: turbulence is like earthquakes. I call him cousin , but I never really understood how we were related, if we were at all; I met him in my parents' province during one of those summers when my aunts returned to my grandfather's house in a gale. Those visits were our only vacations and, besides a trip to Cuzco when I was fifteen, they were also my only proof that there was a world outside of Lima. Slow, boring summers. Without internet or television, we spent our days between the pool, the cemetery, and the market. In the afternoons we ate martians in a dusty park while he, raised in Argentina and already accustomed to the trip from Ezeiza to Jorge Chávez, answered our questions about travel with a melodic accent: turbulence is like earthquakes. I never saw him again, but I've been thinking about him a lot. I spent these four months traveling—because I was on

Por regla general mi familia no viaja, pero cada vez que un avión cruza una tormenta recuerdo algo que dijo uno de mis primos hace años: las turbulencias son como los terremotos. Le digo primo pero nunca entendí bien cómo estábamos emparentados, si es que lo estábamos; lo conocí en la provincia de mis papás en uno de esos veranos donde mis tías regresaban en vendaval a la casa de mi abuelo. Esas visitas eran nuestras únicas vacaciones y, además de un viaje a Cuzco a los quince, también mi única prueba de que existía un mundo afuera de Lima. Veranos lentos, aburridos. Sin internet ni…

when the sun shines - by brunella - what a shame

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