I have watched you from my window for twenty years. You work in the heat and the rain, burying the city's secrets while the world forgets you exist. People fear you because you remind them of the end, but I see you as the final keepers of peace.
Do not rush. Let the earth settle slowly. There is a bottle of vintage wine buried exactly three feet to the left of the old oak tree near the gate. It is for you. Drink it when the moon is high, and remember that even in the dark, someone was grateful for your hands." LA CARTA DEL ADIOS "Los Sepultureros"
"Twenty years," Eladio murmured. "No one has ever thanked the dirt-movers." I have watched you from my window for twenty years
The sun was setting behind the jagged cypress trees of the San Judas Cemetery, casting long, skeletal shadows across the rows of weathered granite. Mateo and old Eladio, the cemetery's most seasoned , were finishing the day's final task at Site 42. Do not rush