FEBRUARY 7
The food is cheap here. But there isn't any work.
FEBRUARY 8
I've read Cesárea's notebooks. When I found them I thought sooner or later I would mail them to Mexico City, to Lima or Belano. Now I know I won't. There's no sense in doing it. Every cop in Sonora must be after my friends.
FEBRUARY 9
Back in the Impala, back to the desert. I've been happy in this town. Before we left, Lupe said that we could come back to Villaviciosa whenever we wanted. Why? I said. Because the people accept us. They're killers, just like us. We aren't killers, I say. The people here aren't either, it's just a manner of speaking, says Lupe. Someday the police will catch Belano and Lima, but they'll never find us. Oh, Lupe, how I love you, but how wrong you are.
FEBRUARY 10
Cucurpe, Tuape, Meresichic, Opodepe.
FEBRUARY 11
Carbó, El Oasis, Félix Gómez, El Cuatro, Trincheras, La Ciénaga.
FEBRUARY 12
Bamuri, Pitiquito, Caborca, San Juan, Las Maravillas, Las Calenturas.
FEBRUARY 13
What's outside the window?
A star.
FEBRUARY 14
What's outside the window?
A sheet.
FEBRUARY 15
What's outside the window?
Roberto Bolaño
Giuseppe Arcimboldo
