She writes in Spanish to someone she knew, but she never knew him very well at all. At her side are a list of words that are supposed to mean what she wants to say, along with a picture of the last time she saw him and a Coleman lamp. I am far away, she writes, importantly. All over the village lamps are coming on, people turn up their evening mentality and light themselves, they shine around car games and food.

Actually, I am not so far away, she writes. I am extremely close.