I see a Mansard Roof through the trees. I see a salty message written in the eeves. The ground beneath my feet. The hot garbage and concrete. And now the tops of buildings. I can see them too!. I see a Mansard Roof through the trees. I see a salty message written in the eves. The ground beneath my feet. The hot garbage and concrete. And now the tops of buildings. I can see them too!. The Argentines collapse in defeat. The admiralty surveys the remnants of the fleet. The ground beneath their feet. Is a nautically map sheet. As thin as paper. While it slips away from view