Abstract
‘This is what you'll get next time,’ said the pistol-waving policeman. ‘Why don't you get out? We're sick and tired of poets in this country.’ In 1972 Argueta left El Salvador for Costa Rica.
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‘This is what you'll get next time,’ said the pistol-waving policeman. ‘Why don't you get out? We're sick and tired of poets in this country.’ In 1972 Argueta left El Salvador for Costa Rica.