Life in Málaga—Thoughts from the balcony

A woman with short dark haur and her chin cupped in her hand sits at a table on a balcony and stares into the dustance. The balcony rail is white and there are plants on the balcony.

Spring is here, the weather is warmer and the beach beckons, the tourists are filling the streets and restaurants, and the cockroaches are back. Not in our apartment just yet, but in the building entrance and only corpses have been sighted, always with a leg or tentacle dreamily waving in the air, a taunt to…

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