A Monday with this sun, I should have already sold at least two sarongs. It's half past 12, and the counter is at zero. My phone has lost signal. I take out the prettiest towel, but there's no way. I see the beach bar starts selling ice creams for one euro. Discouraged, I put everything back in my backpack. The buses are full and the traffic lights don't work. How strange everything is getting, he thinks, as he enters a ghost metro station.
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Illustration: Oskar Hasiuk
Text: Cristina Martín Valbuena
Title: 'Clandestine'
Contact: Oskar Hasiuk