Joaquín catalogs his records by the temperature of the day he first heard each one: happy songs run hot, painful ones run cold. He is certain the worst night of his life was freezing. The official weather archive remembers it very differently.
Part 1 of 2 in The Temperature of Memory
La primera tarjeta decía: «31°. Cumbia. Playa, enero, con mamá y Nahuel».
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