Just as the train rattled out of Junction Blvd, the screeching of the metal tracks was suddenly drowned out. A guy in a bucket hat shoved a portable Bluetooth speaker into the center of the car. “¿Cómo estás?” a voice rasped through the speaker.
The 7 train was, as the locals say, "hasta las chanclas"—completely packed. como_estas_ke_personajes_saturado_mta
Matías was pressed against the sliding doors, his face inches from his own reflection. He was exhausted. It was 6:00 PM in Queens, and the heat in the station had been unbearable. He felt —saturated by the noise, the humidity, and the sheer number of elbows poking into his ribs. Just as the train rattled out of Junction
He leaned back, closed his eyes, and let the cumbia take him the rest of the way home. The 7 train was, as the locals say,