Hasta aquí hemos llegado

Dressed in a white coat and with a stethoscope hanging from her neck, death goes through the rooms of the Peña Hincada Senior Residence every night to listen to the inmates, take their pulse and decide who will play today and who will be tomorrow. To the Relief, to the Millions, to the Academic? The Centipede, the Undertaker, the Banshee? Or perhaps the Apparition? There are no great distractions in the center, the old women hardly receive visitors and the time they have left is spent ruminating on their obsessions, their secrets, the real or imaginary lives they left behind.