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El Salvador: Intoxicatingly Dangerous
 
At night, thunder explodes in the green volcanic hills sounding through the city like a round of mortar. The rains drench the streets, leaving them shining like a rough wet nickel.
 
Jennifer Lawson Zepeda

 

Tumbando
 
"Es la casa rosada," he answers deadpan. So I walk innocently down the road looking for a pink house, too dense to understand he has given me the code name for a gay residence.
 
William Reese Hamilton