My Tender Matador

by Pedro Lemebel

But no matter where she turned the dial in search of her musical balm, all she heard was the voice of the Dictator broadcast over the government station. What a nightmare! As if that loud-mouthed old pig had never given a speech in his life! As if nobody knew that he was the only one who gave the orders in this fucking country, where you can’t even buy a record player to listen to the music you like.