It’s 4:00 a.m. and someone is strangling a baby

It was 1978 and I was 16, visiting my grandmother in Quito for the 1st time. I went to bed for the first night under several heavy wool blankets. Despite the cold night air, I felt warm and safe in this foreign land, and quickly fell off to sleep. At 4:00 a.m. I was awoken […]
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