—¿Adónde vamos' —pregunté.—No lo sé—dijo—. Simplemente damos una vuelta en coche.—pero esta carretera no lleva a ninguna parte—le dije.—No importa.—¿Y qué es lo que importa? —le pregunté al cabo de un...
The images I had were of people being driven mad by living in the city. Images of parents who were so hungry and unfulfilled that they ate their own children.