Do you remember how we used to draw squares on the sidewalk with chalk and then take turns jumping on them to follow a little room back and forth, not minding our feet trampling on the random vegetation that came out of the cracks in the cement?
Perhaps in another life, we were sidewalk plants created to cover up all disasters, and to conclude a truce with the world, plants that were not taken down by hurricanes, nor by feet that trampled on their heads, and whenever they were about to uproot them, they grew beyond narrow cracks, as if they were the only act for which they were born.
A novel that discusses social issues with women in particular and society in general.
