Since mid-September, engines have been breaking down after a fill-up. The damage has victims, but it still has no one responsible. This vacuum is no accident: it is the very form of our petroleum market.
The mechanic placed the bill on the hood with a delicacy I will not forget, the way one lays down a death certificate. Three thousand fifty-two dollars. He did not talk about bad luck or wear and tear. He said: “It’s the gasoline. You’re not the first this week.” Then he shrugged, that gesture we all know, which means that the f
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