Here We All Say You

A HISTÓRIA

It's Monday, September 13th, seven forty-five in the morning. The Virgen Macarena hospital is a huge white building on the north side of the old city. In a small classroom on the third floor, eight midwives in training sit in green scrubs, drinking coffee from plastic cups. Sarah comes in, five minutes early, in her ironed Oaxaca uniform. A young woman with curly hair waves at her, and soon shows her the delivery room. That evening, on the balcony in Triana, Julian wants to know how it went. This is the conversation you'll be able to say by the end of the lesson.