It is different from Argentina, said Geryon. How do you mean? No one here is in a hurry. Ancash smiled but said nothing. They move so softly, Geryon added. He was watching the soccer team whose movements had the rounded languor of a dream. Smells of burning blew across the air. Dogs went nosing without urgency through the garbage and marigolds that lined the seawall. You’re right Argentinians are much faster. Always going somewhere. Geryon could see many small Peruvian people wandering along the seawall. Often they would stop to stare at nothing in particular. Everyone seems to be waiting,
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