The Old Woman at the Back
A small and solitary universe. A department left over in time, where darkness governs and silence abounds. Where the most important religion is the weather forecast that dictates a cheap television. And where I live the most is an orange canary that sometimes sings. There she lives: Rosa, the woman in the ninth B, the old woman in the back. In front, there is another universe, lonely as well. A timeless department, devoid of adornments and useful objects. There he lives: Marcelo, a young man from the countryside, a medical student without money. No friends and no one to help him survive in the city. A stuck elevator and a meeting. Everything is transformed and becomes new when those two tiny universes are intertwined. It seems that both have something to offer each other. She will offer you a roof and food without charging you money. He, in turn, will have to listen to her and talk to her daily. For a time, these two small worlds will coexist in a smaller department that will witness the great distance that exists between them.
