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The Rooftop
The Rooftop | Fernanda Trías
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In a rundown apartment building, in an unnamed city in Uruguay, a father and daughter close themselves off from the world. ‘The world is this house’, says Clara, and the rooftop becomes their last recess of freedom. A pet canary is their only witness. As Clara’s connection to the outside is stripped away—the neighbor who stops coming by, the lover whose existence is only known by a pregnancy—desperation and paranoia take hold. It's a stifling embrace, and we are there with her, our narrator, dreading what we know the future holds.
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Bertha_Mason
The Rooftop | Fernanda Trías

"Maybe the Earth is only round to stop people going to the edge and jumping into the void, to leave us with no way out."

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Bertha_Mason
The Rooftop | Fernanda Trías

"As far as I‘m concerned, all the policemen in the world could be brothers; they move in straight lines and walk with a total lack of grace or flexibility, as if they were being controlled by wires from the sky. This one was so well-groomed that the entire hallway was left reeking of cologne."

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Bertha_Mason
The Rooftop | Fernanda Trías

"Maybe I‘m imagining it all. Dad and the bird are real, and Flor is too, and that‘s enough. I could say: one day Carmen flew in through the kitchen window; or say: her fingers had turned into great lengths of cartilage, there were feathers under her arms and she was foaming at the mouth. What‘s it to me? I‘ve got nothing to prove. Only I know the things I know and nobody else cares."

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Bertha_Mason
The Rooftop | Fernanda Trías

"There are things I‘d rather not think about. Sometimes even thought is a kind of invasion, like seeing yourself naked in the mirror: it‘s more embarrassing than if someone else were looking."

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Bertha_Mason
The Rooftop | Fernanda Trías

"The bird smell had taken over Dad‘s bedroom. Some days I opened the window to air it out, but the air had got used to staying put, like a whirlwind stuck in purgatory."