In Xela, Guatemala, it rains only in the evenings, and the place smells of earth and wet pavement. Mayan women, short, fat and colourful look like dolls with ribbons in their hair, their men in top hats and pants, like old hobos in old films. The graveyard is a city with towers blue, yellow, pink, orange, decorated in fresh flowers. Headless
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