Guatemala’s currency, the quetzal, dangled by IMF machinations and a prayer. Violent crime in the country had reached absurd, Hieronymus Bosch-style levels. The free markets were at work, just give them time, urged his newspaper’s editorial writers. But they were in London, and even to Russell—wh...
It stood out amongst the other graffiti. Something about it made it stand out, centered under the window. Bell read the Latin: In hoc lacrimarum valle. He’d gone to a Catholic high school and managed three of the words, but was at a loss for lacrimarum. He smiled: a Latin graffito seemed fitting ...