From Los Viajes de un Culo (The Flying Bottom) Arrive in New York, there was a blue sky, and the weather wasn’t warm. I stay in a building that was very high, with a concierge at the entrance and many delivery packs, place on top of a table that was by his side. He was the guardian of the packs. The elevators were fast, we were on the 19th floor with an ample view of the city skyline. The space was small and the rent very high. The laundry was done on the 22nd floor. Cooking