By Karen Chacek. Translated by Slava Faybysh . en español Jana’s invited me over to eat again. We live next door to each other—she’s at number five and I’m at number six. She has avoided being alone with her four-year-old daughter Raquel for the past few days. She tells me the child says hello to […]
By Karen Chacek. Translated by Slava Faybysh. en español Mama hated being woken up at night. And it wasn’t because she had to wake up early to go to work. It’s just that if you woke her up, she could never get back to sleep—that scared her as much as it scared me, or maybe […]
By Karen Chacek. Translated by Slava Faybysh. en español You couldn’t hear a single television set on in the whole building, nor a passing car—not even the sound of an airplane or a police siren. Everyone in the neighborhood was sleeping, everyone except Emilio. That made him furious. He turned his pillow over and slid […]
By Karen Chacek. Translated by Slava Faybysh. en español I dream about old and wrinkly people. It’s as if my mind can only accommodate recollections of the future. Hot water always stirs things up, and sometimes I toy with the idea that all my memories of the past have dripped away in the shower. When […]