Three days passed. Two skies fallen.
Tariq and Abia sat underneath the last.
Perched on the Eastern point. The highest peak of the city.
The very tip-top, they stared up, making shapes out of the stars.
Abia’s eyes played dot to dot. A flower garden bloomed in carnations and roses and dutch amaryllis. Her mind filled in all the colours of their petals. Lillies floated on water the color of shinny onyx. It was a simple vision, a beautiful one. Since arriving to the favela she had not seen one plant. From the boat she remembered Red oaks and Paperback Maples, but they grew on the outskirts.
Tariq spoke and the colours ran.
“Look over there” he said pointing south easterly.
“Beyond the represas de agua (water dams), where the moonlight hits that circular tower of redbrick. That is the ciudad (city). That is where Merolas ends and freedom begins.
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