Today, a Latin American lady sang La Cucaracha in a tramway full of zombies. Faces behind the screens, some of them laughing behind their masks, couldn’t care less if some middle-aged homeless woman decided to break the monotony.  La cucaracha, la cucaracha, ya no puede caminar… Honestly, she made my day. Not only did she make my day, but she also reminded me of the … Continue reading Love In The Time Of Corona: 95 Years Of Gabriel García Márquez | Art of Saudade