Milena My Wife and Her Uncle
-------------- I froze. My lips were dry, again. My hands kept trying to open the lid of the water bottle, but they were sweating, I was always sweating here. What is happening? I thought. I remembered my step-father, commenting what had become my new personal mantra: ‘You can’t escape the sun there’. I didn’t remember his exact words but I knew that’s what he’d meant. The plastic crumpled as I forced it with more violence than I’d meant to use. The water here had a faint metallic taste....