Buenos Aires, Argentina
I was born in Buenos Aires, on November 8th, 1942. As worthy men have said, in my fiction, there is a curious mixture of fantasy and humour that sometimes comes in a grotesque framework, and always in a verisimilar one. I like reading more than writing, and, in fact, I don't write too much. After thirty-two years, I do not have a long bibliography to show. As with anybody else, to a greater or lesser extent, I have received a good number of literary prizes.
Not your everyday problem.
While dusting off his extensive library, the narrator discovers a diminutive man on one of the lower shelves.
A fearsome mosquito traps a man in his apartment.
The narrator captures a rare rabbit-like creature, thought to be extinct for over a century.
A man meets his girlfriend's parents.
A man notices a small wart on his left hand.
A man is the only witness to an accidental killing and the bizarre series of events that follow.
A young employee has an encounter with the company general manager.
When little Juan Manuel defaces a neighbour's door the potential dispute escalates in a bizarre direction.
A profile of the timid but highly irritating man known to his friends as Luke.
* Story contains bad language
Relaxing at home, Fernando spots an attractive young woman on the balcony opposite.
Revealing the sinister hidden agenda behind the apparently pointless behaviour of a particular type of tiny green insect.