Maria José Solano: Charonte and the Bullfighter

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We were a dozen people inside an old, slow, weary elevator, as if he too had been with his broken soul for three days. In the hospital in Seville where we were going up, there was no hurry that it would be worth. Some spoke among themselves in a low voice, respecting an invisible liturgy. The advances of treatment, waiting for a diagnosis, sleepless nights were told. Others were silent, chewing fear.When a sick loved one, the world stops and the…