The twinned cities of Mexico City and New York form the braces for a delicate spiders web of story, history, biography and autobiography, strung with glittering dewdrop fragments of prose. This is a slight, haunting book, where art and ordinary life seem equally fragile and equally vital.
In this house we often run out of water. The boy says that it's the ghost who uses up the reserves in the cistern. He says it's a ghost who died of thirst and that's why it drinks all the water in the house.
