THE GUADALUPE CAPER
I have a certain fondness for art forgery, and while I’ve never passed my own efforts off as the real thing, I am a fairly good painter. 783 more words
2666, by Roberto Bolaño (pp. 305-349)
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In Charly Cruz’s garage there was a mural painted on one of the cement walls. The mural was six feet tall and maybe ten feet long and showed the Virgin of Guadalupe in the middle of a lush landscape of rivers and forests and gold mines and silver mines and oil rigs and giant cornfields and wheat fields and vast meadows where cattle grazed.
The breakfast buffet was remarkable and it was very unfortunate that I could not eat everything (yes, tummy trouble again). However, it was still great because we could eat some light cereals and Chris loved the omelette they made him every morning. 1,100 more words