text: At this very moment, Sally feels uncomfortable. The umbilical cord has wrapped around her arm causing her terrible pain. In her attempt to get comfortable, she moves and collides with Saulo, her twin brother. Saulo, furious, lets a kick escape inside the belly of Mary, their mother. Mary isn’t having a good time; she is forced to drop the last intact porcelain plate that remained from the *Cisne Royal* collection obtained from the marital property inherited by her grandmother. “Fuck” she says. Mary has no one to help her picking up the porcelain. Her husband, Víctor Alfredo García Rojas de Zúñiga, is signing the last page of the contract that will appoint him as the sales manager of the furniture distributor *Cositos&Cositas*. Víctor Alfredo wouldn’t even tell the news to his wife Mary, because he plans to celebrate with Daniela Costa first, the niece of the executive director. They have arranged an appointment at the *El Paraíso* (two stars) Hotel, and Víctor Alfredo has already bought the perfect *pisco*. But Víctor Alfredo García Rojas de Zúñiga is not insensitive; he had already planned to reserve the first of his salaries as sales manager on a Super Duplo T soccer ball that he would give to Saulo, his future son. What he doesn’t know is that, 13 years and 2 months later, Saulo would be selling the same ball in his attempt to save up for the sex reassignment surgery he planned to do since he was 8 years old. “You disgust me” his twin sister, Sally, would say to him. “Why would you do something like that?” “I feel it’s the right thing”. “Mom says that God only created man and woman...” “That’s not even relevant to this debate, stupid” Saulo would respond. “And don’t you dare tell Mom or Carlos about this”. Sally tells Carlos, the famous “Talara’s real estate guru” with whom Mary managed to marry after finding two used condoms wrapped in toilet paper inside the second inside pocket of Víctor Alfredo’s shirt. “I can explain it”, her ex-husband had told her. But he couldn’t. Carlos, the real estate guru, is alarmed by Sally’s accusation. He knows he would be a terrible stepfather if he goes around with the gossip to Saulo’s mother and a bad husband if he keeps the secret from her. “This bullshit wouldn’t be happening to me if I hadn’t married”, Carlos thinks as he remembers the last afternoon he spent feeding his fish Pepe, the only consolation he had during his miserable elementary education. At that time, the real estate guru was molested by Felix, the son of the whore Tula Cantonera (stage name). The brawl had begun when every fourth-grader found out that Carlos liked to collect *Clementoni* puzzles. “Little fag!” Felix shouted at him in the middle of the tumult. Thirty years later, the real estate guru listens to the same words again. While he and Mary are in *Cositos&Cositas* looking for a crib for the baby they were expecting, he is attacked by Víctor Alfredo García Rojas de Zúñiga's insults and provocations. “Carlos, do something!” yells Mary in light of her ex-husband’s threats. But the real estate guru doesn’t move. “This bullshit wouldn’t be happening to me if I hadn’t married”, he thinks again as he decides to leave his pregnant wife in the middle of the store. Three weeks later, Mary loses the baby in a miscarriage. No one feels less affected by this loss than her daughters Sally and Saulo, who now prefers to be called Sara. They receive the news in the middle of the purification retreat “*Mente Sanasa*” that happens in Calca. “Everything goes wrong in my life. No man loves me”, cries their mother Mary on the phone. “In the blink of an eye you’ll have already turned 20. All my life I have been alone”. Sally doesn’t know if it’s due to the effect caused by the *ayahuasca*, but she doesn’t feel like continuing to listening to her whining speech, so she hangs up. The two sisters leave the place and sit next to an old carob tree. Sara cries. Sally comforts her. “What’s happening?” Sally asks. “Everything is happening”. They remain silent, but it never feels uncomfortable. At a certain moment, Sara stops her crying and observes the sun hiding between the *Sahuasiray* and the *Pumahuanca*. “Do you realize that we could’ve been born in any other body and could’ve had any other life? For example, look at that peddler down there in the square: he’s old and sad, isn’t he? But what if he was thinking the same thing at your age? What happens if that were your hypothetical future?” “Nonsense, Sara. Nonsense”.