The Island Life
I leaned forward and asked the cab driver, in broken Spanish, “Why are the sewers on fire?”
Without missing a beat he said that the sewers held a lot of methane gas.
I squinted at the rubble all around us where a city used to be.
“What happened to … everything?”
He again replied matter of factly, “Well, there was the earthquake, the civil war and, of course, the hurricane…”