The subsiding of the heat awakes the sleepers. They look for food. The stoves are lit inside the metal walls. The odor attracts dogs and flies. A Red Cross ambulance leaves the place.
Many children come out, all talking at once.
There is a mosaic of languages, but only one color of skin, that of the dry earth. This bit of the world vibrates, having brought together tzotziles, choles, tojolabales Once again the sun sets.