A playfully provocative tale of an odd-couple flirtatious romance between a marginalised travesti and a Pinochet revolutionary. The camp energy is coarse yet infectious, with irreverent banter that somehow escalates the tension and politically astute satire. Written with flowery imagery, it is a story of resilience and love’s emboldening power balanced against searing anger that still manages to portray hope and courage.
But sit, rest for a moment. I can’t, they’re waiting for me. Let them wait. Just look how your heart is pounding, she cautioned him, placing a finger on his chest. My country is calling to me, Carlos joked, sighing with exhaustion. And what does this country of yours ask you to do now? I have to deliver this package at noon and I’ve only got an hour. He sighed, looking at his watch. And if I took it? the Queen of the Corner asked suggestively. It’s a delicate matter, very confidential. I love spy movies; tell me where to go. You would do that for me? The Queen sighed deeply. You don’t yet know what I am capable of.
