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Hints of S.P. Peredo's Mexican American upbringing appear in Marco's Journey and Other Stories as he draws from personal experiences to present rich characters in diverse geographical settings: the scientist traveling through the majestic mountains of Southeastern Mexico befriends an unlikely group of strangers, thus starting his own personal journey of self-discovery; a young traveler who in 1970 ventures behind the iron curtain finding love--and danger; the girl with recurring dreams about a spider's web struggles for her sanity; the boy with a poet's heart growing up in America during the Vietnam War fears he is running out of time; a lover left behind during the war writes her heartfelt letter of farewell; the caricaturesque Mexican musician who, through his performance, gives his listeners a reprieve from their sadness. These well-crafted stories, imbued with vivid imagery, lead readers through their own journey to discover the meaning of success, love, and living life to its fullest potential.
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Marco’s Journey and Other Stories
S.P. Peredo
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-02-28
Marco’s Journey and Other Stories About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Marco’s Journey 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 Moonlight in the Lost Lands 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Spider’s Web Goethals Bridge Priscilla’s Last Letter The Night of Panchito Che Acknowledgments
About the Author
S.P. Peredo is a Mexican-American pathologist who has traveled extensively and has lived in many places within the United States, his native Mexico, and Canada. Peredo has published a fair number of scientific articles, including a poem on his thoughts while performing an autopsy, but this is his first work of fiction. He has compiled a volume of poetry and is hard at work on additional short stories, a movie screenplay, and his autobiography. S.P. Peredo presently lives in Mission, Texas.
Dedication
To Masha, Sigmund, Sebastian, Sammy, Camila, and Gali – the six reasons why I wake up grateful to have seen the light of another day – and to my granddaughters, Crista and Vida, for existing.
Copyright Information ©
S.P. Peredo (2020)
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Publisher’s Cataloging-in-Publication data
Peredo, S.P.
Marco’s Journey and Other Stories
ISBN 9781643782157 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781643782164 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645367185 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020900704
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First Published (2020)
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Marco’s Journey
"If you begin your journey to Ithaca,
ask that the road be a long one,
full of experiences and knowledge."
-->Konstantino Kavafis
1
Marco Rosen woke suddenly to the strong vibrations of a boom, followed ominously by a loud, clanking noise. His head was still leaning against the airplane window, and for two seconds upon opening his eyes thought, absurdly, that he was piloting a fighter jet that had just broken the sound barrier. Then he remembered he was a passenger on a Mexicana Airlines flight from Mexico City to Tuxtla Gutiérrez that had made a scheduled stop in Villahermosa, Tabasco.
He was so tired that he had fallen asleep while the plane was barely departing the terminal for the second leg of the journey. But the plane had blown out one of its engines so it was now reluctantly taxiing back to let its passengers off.
“Damn it!” he muttered angrily when the captain informed them what had happened. They were going to disembark and wait; hopefully, there would be another airplane they could use, if not they would be stranded until tomorrow.
The whole trip had been terrible from the beginning. He had been late getting to the airport because of the insane Mexico City traffic and had boarded barely on time, agitated and sweating after having run the entire length of the endless terminal corridors lugging a suitcase and a brief case, each growing heavier by the minute. He got on as the crew was about to close the door. He was panting and trying to ignore everyone’s dirty looks as he worked his way down the aisle to his seat between a rather large gentleman and a young mother carrying a baby. Worse yet, there had been no chance of changing seats afterward; the plane was entirely full!
And now this; a broken-down plane. This glitch in his plans would make it difficult for him to reach Tuxtla Gutiérrez in time. The following morning, he was going to deliver a lecture at the 1989 Annual Chiapas Medical Society meeting. It was to be a magisterial speech highlighting his medical research on uterine cervical cancer that spanned two years of arduous work; it was innovative and hopefully might even catch the eye of the international scientific community, especially the Americans and Europeans who always seemed reluctant to publish research from Latin America. He pondered this as he sat back in the uncomfortable airport chair to wait.
The worst part of the trip, however, had been the fretful, sleepless night before. Belina, his wife, had confessed she no longer loved him and that, despite fifteen years of marriage and two children, she could no longer see anything positive about staying together. She informed him that when he returned, she would not be at home, would temporarily move in with her parents. “I need to find myself,” she added.
What does that even mean when someone says they must ‘find’ themselves? He wondered. What actually is lost? Your soul? Your mind? Marco guessed this was a euphemism for: ‘I am dissatisfied with my life and must make a change in order to find happiness.’
He had sensed Belina’s unhappiness many times. Once, she had even gone as far as to say she resented the fact that she had given up her dreams to help him pursue his.
So, now he was struggling to see in what way he might have contributed to the demise of their marriage.
It was true he had finished his education and had gotten his medical degree while she had quit school when she got pregnant, but he had not asked her to quit. And it hadn’t been easy for him either; part-time jobs, staying up late (sometimes all night) to study, barely functioning, all the energy drained.
It was true he had become a ‘workaholic,’ and had largely neglected her and the kids for his own personal gain. He was driven, almost blindly; late night research sessions, preparing lectures, redoing experiments, tweaking variables, analyzing and reanalyzing results, writing papers.
It was also true that he had a bad temper, hating to be interrupted by her or the kids just when his concentration had led him to an apex, a breakthrough, a ‘Eureka’ moment, as they say. He thought of the time he had lost it nearly to the point of insanity when Marquito and Mario, his twin boys, had spilled juice on a manuscript that he was putting the finishing touches on. He had made them cry. But once he had calmed down, he had to admit it had been his fault. Served him right for doing work next to two six-year-olds as they ate their waffles and orange juice.
Then there was that affair he’d had (and by golly, what an affair!) with Isabel, the grad student with green eyes and a figure that pressed against her clothes which she always wore too tight, even her lab coat (especially her lab coat!). He had driven her home, after the retirement party for Dr. Cordoba, both of them with a little too much champagne on board, and one thing led to another, as they say (another phrase meant to expunge responsibility from what you have done). He had regretted it later – although neither right away nor completely – after Belina had found out and confronted him about it.
Marco was feeling confused and exhausted, a combination that always creates numbness, a sense of defeat in a losing battle against the oppressions of life. But why did it have to be this way if he was successful in every way society – that absurd product of human evolution – had established?
Belina’s timing couldn’t have been worse. He was reaching a milestone in his career, but he had pain that made it impossible for him to savor it, mainly because he still loved Belina, or so he thought. Nevertheless, the idea of losing her created a gnawing pressure in his chest.
Was this feeling, that at once was bad and good, bittersweet, so to speak, natural to love? He was surprised to realize that he was feeling it for the first time in his life.
These were the thoughts that ebbed in his mind as he sat there amongst strangers in that uncomfortable airport chair. Feeling lonely and misunderstood, he had closed his eyes in an effort to avoid a conversation, not out of shyness, but rather out of the need to ruminate, wallow in his painful contemplations.
And he had fallen asleep.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and once again, Marco woke to a fleeting fantasy. This time, in the two seconds after opening his eyes, he saw a crowd of ravishingly beautiful people: Men dressed in tails and white tie, hair slicked back, sporting Clark Gable mustaches, and elegant women in glamorous evening gowns, wearing tiaras studded with sparkling gems on their immaculately coiffed hair. All wore white gloves that muffled their applause as they smiled, all eyes on him. Was that the king of Sweden touching his shoulder?
And then he realized, sadly, he was still in the dimly lit, damp terminal of the Villahermosa airport, and someone he didn’t know was talking to him enthusiastically.
2
Basilio Borja was one of those aggressively happy people that always seems to be present whenever difficult situations arise. He was a businessman who had experienced, given his many travels, similar circumstances, and he said to Marco, paraphrasing John Lennon with excessive optimism, “There are no problems, amigo, but only solutions.” Upon hearing that no plane would be available until the following day, Basilio had taken it upon himself to negotiate a ride with one of the airport shuttle drivers. Once he was off work, the driver had said he would be willing to take him in the airport van all the way to Tuxtla Gutiérrez but he needed six people to make it worth his while. He would be charging one thousand pesos each, he had added. So,

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