The Transferable Tourist

The transferable tourist The old ship striped like a rusty zebra one, that has survived the big storms and attacked by sea monsters how she still floated was a mystery. From one obscure port to another, her captain had forgotten how it felt to be sober. She was like an old horse that knew its way by instinct. Offloading clandestine crates, rats in the cargo hold. When did the vermin come, and what was their destiny? Morning in La Plata, tonight we will go ashore in Buenos Aires eat fresh meat and dance the tango