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she doesn't remember, my mother, whatever she asked, but the man came in and drank a lemonade, that much she remembers. And there, they talked for a while and he declared his love, his eternal love, and that she should get a divorce and they should run away together. Nobody gets a divorce here, well, not in my town, there are no divorces, never, well, unless someone beats you up or abuses you or has an affair, or something very serious, something like that, not for love. And he got all turned on and my mother told him to leave, he had crossed the limit, and then he raped her.”
    “Yeah well, that's all bullshit.”
    “Not one bit, what happened next is that she went to her mother and my grandmother told her not to tell anyone, and less to my father, well, her husband, and the best thing she could do was to sleep with him that same night and the following, just in case she was pregnant, and I was born that year, and I am an only child. My mother says that my father was sterile. And now I don't know why I am going to meet that man, my father. Well, that is if he is still alive and still lives in the same city.”
    “And what's his name?”
    “Who?”
    “And what do you care what he's called?”
    “I don't.”
    “He's called Yusuf Bentato.”
    I do remember that name. The son of Bentato was going from one sea to another. The woman didn't have much to tell.
    “Your story comes straight from a movie, but I'm just going to my village, in the mountains, I'm on my way back from a visit to my sister who went to work in another country and now she's not doing very good, she has breast cancer.”
    “Her too!”
    “Yes, but why her "too"?”
    “It's just that that's all you hear about, that this person has breast cancer, and that other one had it, and half of them are secrets that were told, and what happens with the ones you don't know about. It must be an outbreak.”
    At that moment, Queta got up and said there was an outbreak on the bus, and that's why we had to exit the freeway and turn right. If anyone doesn't agree they should raise their hand. Nobody did it and the driver turned right and entered a road that nobody knew. What was very strange is that there were no ads and no signs of nearby cities or towns, and it was an almost deserted road.
    Then the bus stopped, the reason was that we had to pray for Cash, the saint of the bus. The front people got off the bus and the back people remained inside. We prayed for Cash's soul and asked him to help us reach the other sea. Cash, help us in your death to be worthy of our fate, to get from the big sea to the small one, from water to water and wind to wind.
    When we returned some back people were complaining that they didn't let them pray for Cash and he was one of them. Cash was always a good back person, worthy of that name and a good man. And above all, he could sing, said another voice and in another language. But the front people accused the back people of killing Cash, and they said that because they killed him, it was better not to pray for him.
    “Although, there is freedom of worship here, and everyone can pray what they want and to whomever they want, as long as they leave the can free.”
    “We will pray to saint Cash,” said a back guy, the one who was closest to the can. Oizoa, number 38. Oizoa considered himself the leader of the back people, because he was closest to the can and sometimes he said that the front people were better by law and the back ones had to accept that these were the laws of nature and the world, but most of them didn't listen or pay attention or understand the language he spoke.
    And so it was, in less than a few hours, Cash was the saint and they no longer prayed for him, but to him. The front people had the right to kneel in their place and now they came to sit beside me, the ones waiting for their turn to go to the john. The can was the bus's sacred place, and they all wanted to piss or shit nonstop. Uceda went away and a woman came