Alma Matters 2 – FC rooftop
The FC rooftop was effusively hot in the summer, the galvanized roof shimmering heat off the surface. Tinta would walk the four corners – rickety metal sheets beneath our feet cracking and pinging – surrounding the central structure where a few chairs, a short ladder and the wheel of torture awaited further use. Later on, complaints reached us – noisy walkers we were, and were soon evicted to another place where a couch for naps, a table and several chairs for card games and random scribbling of poetry and haikus were a welcome respite in the oppressive summer heat.
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