No, that isn’t the sound of sleeping, much as I wish it were. That is the approximate coming and going of a damn mosquito. Somehow one is in my room, waking me every few minutes as I hear the buzzing in my ear. And every time I turn on the light to look for it, it is in vain. It must be invisible or hiding somewhere, fat and engorged with my blood and most of my patience. I thought Mexico City was supposed to be at too high an altitude for this kind of bullshit.


  1. Daniel Ortiz says:

    Poor thing! You are a mosquitto killer!

  2. Stephen says:

    Sure. Take the bloody mosquito’s side!

  3. closetalk says:

    no mosquito nets in mexico?