Nestled by the window, a man crouched, his gaze fixed on the distant "fire clouds." He surveyed his surroundings with caution, glanced a few times, then turned back and said, "It's not here. It seems to be... Zacatecas."
"That's Institutional Party territory, it's definitely the Northern Army conducting an air strike..."
The woman exhaled a sigh of relief but immediately voiced her concern, "What do we do then? It's only 30 kilometers away; could the flames of war reach us?"
"What's there to fear? We're in Northern Army territory now. Who could attack us? There are two battalions stationed right next door. It's very safe." The man's tone lightened considerably knowing the battle wasn't at their doorstep.
"You all go back to sleep. Just watch the news tomorrow to find out what happened."
The woman nodded, lay down again with her child in her arms, and hummed a lullaby well-known in Mexico, with a tone of confusion and boundless longing for the future life.
