`` Liar and a Dreamer''

I am 42 I went to Lima, with my mother and saw my daughter. I went to the Irish pub with her, tried to chase a DHL shipment. I managed to get passport photos of my daughter. I saw my dog and my daughter's brother. I walked about Baranco I did not eat any Lomo saltado. I read Deaths on the Nile on the flight I finished my job in the gardens and have a new job in a library in a hospital. I would have preferred to stay in the Gardens

Another Lima, Another 1990s The American was early.   That was not good.  Cadet Verde Steiner announced the man, from the Man.  Taking a moment or two after hearing her voice and looking up from the papers he was feigning filling in. They were in fact a list of nonsensical names. But everyone needs their pretense. Like the Girl from Callao, in her silk dress on Sunday and starving on rice all week The man behind the desk looked at Steiner for a moment. The funny thing is he was sure he still made her nervous. She was only 22, Steiner had been drafted as the PA. She could speak some English, and she was too gringa  and too pretty too be left alone. Men would have ganged up.. They had shot a few people for that already  Poor Steiner  In another universe she would have been studying her Abi in Wittlesetein But some fool ancestor had moved to Peru, and some fool had told her the Peruvian National Police was a good job It should have been. She should have been smiling at hands