EL CORONEL NO TIENE QUIEN LE ESCRIBA

The Colonel waits. They promised him a pension, which for years has remained a promise unfulfilled. Every Friday, solemn and dressed in his finest suit, the Colonel waits by the dock in anticipation of the letter announcing the arrival of his pension. Everyone in the small town knows that he waits in vain. He knows it too. And every Friday, his wife watches him at the mirror dressing and preparing to pick up the letter which for years has eluded him. But the Colonel, eyes closed to the all too evident truth, stands by his dream – if not, what else remains for him?
There is hunger in the Colonel’s house. His wife is a sack of bones consumed by asthma, and the Colonel lives ashamed of his poverty with the shame befiting of a decent man. Against wind and tide, against hunger and against his