Standing in a field
I feel as though I am in an open-air museum. The ambulance standing in front of me might be more than half a century old. The bonnet is corroded, but the wheels still have an impressive profile. Inside no medical equipment can be seen, but amazingly the seats are still intact. Why has nobody stolen the mirrors or borrowed the headlights? Old cars in Peru normally act as spare parts warehouses. Weird. I wonder whether I could start the car if I had the correct key! But then I assume that the battery must be flat now for more than a decade. The red colour makes a good impression and I could well imagine that Ambulance Number 167 would love to be back at work.
Perhaps in the next instance the driver might come out of the bar opposite and drive off as though it were the most normal thing on earth? I simply cannot understand this lonely American road cruiser. In no way fresh as a daisy, yet mysteriously complete. Continuing on my journey I glance back one more time. Yes, the vehicle is still standing there, immobile and silently; since many years now or only since yesterday? /KDJ