Neighbors yelling "puta" from their windows, or in a woman's voice, "guarra."
Me, staring at the moon and having an unwanted memory of my last job at Mango, where the aggressor was protected and is happily making dates on the beach: Trash up, trash down, trash on the laterals.
After 9 months of post-traumatic shock, my system is only now starting to get stronger. I was bleeding extra all this time.