“Whenever we heard the train coming,” my father once told me, “all the young boys in the village would run as fast as we could through the apple orchard to greet the passing Americans.
“Siempre que oíamos acercarse el tren”, me contó en cierta ocasión mi padre, “todos los chicos de la aldea corríamos con la mayor rapidez que podíamos por el manzanal para saludar a los americanos de paso.