
A man, bare chested, sits in a doorwaywatching some trash beinglightly sautéedin stagnant street-water. It’s eleven AM, and three young menargue about the outcomeof a dominoes game.They look out from the shadeof a crumbling colonial town houseas our bus splashes to a haltand even more people boardand the bus driver calls‘Dale! Vamos! Dale!’and there’s an…