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   The Argentine sun pressed on my shoulders. The air was thick with the whispers of the dead. It was hard to breathe. I broke from the crowd and wandered away.I collapsed on a bench in front of a church. Pigeons roosted on the bench and settled at my feet. The bells of the church began a melancholy serenade. Claudia stood over me with a concerned look on her face. “You look ill.”

   The dogs joined me on the bench. Nanette looked up at Claudia with pressed lips. “What do you expect? You have been laying it on awfully thick.”

   “I know things have been bad.”, I said. “ I’m not naive and I’m not a ‘My country right or wrong.’ kind of guy but it’s all been a bit much - an American School of Assassins, corporate omnipotence, torture, murder, rape...”
   Claudia looked away. She sat down next to me and hung her head. After a few minutes she turned to me and took my hand. “Forgive me, Oliver. My feelings for you have come so suddenly, they scare me. I lecture you like a child, but I am hiding behind a facade. I have not been considerate. I have not been honest about my feelings for you.” She leaned over to me and kissed me. “I can only hope you feel the same for me, but I will not ask you if you do.” She looked down forlornly.
   “Are you kidding? You are the most wonderful women I’ve ever...” I paused, speechless. “I’ve ever touched. I am most impressed with you. I am completely impressed with you. You are as far away from me as I can imagine yet I feel I have always been where ever you are taking me. The sunset wraps itself around you. The moon crowns you. I will do anything to keep you. I feel at home with you, and I have never felt at home anywhere.”