It seemed that the outsider had an insatiable and voracious thirst that lay on the brink of becoming bottomless, for he grabbed the bottle of moonshine, and quickly, he proceeded to pour himself another shot. Simon placed more orange slices on a clean, new plastic plate, placing it in front of the foreigner, with a fresh cold beer on the side.
While the stranger slowly enjoyed his shot, a voice was clearly heard in the prevailing silence.
It came from a table towards the back of the pub. The foreigner relished his drink, peacefully nursing it, while all present turned to face the interlocutor.
Excerpt from “The treasure” in the book, Searching for treasures.
Photos:
The street Neira, Caldas, Colombia
The slope Ciudad Bolivar, Bogotá, Colombia
Dawn San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas, Mexico