the boundary
Finished Don Segundo's survey. It took four Saturdays and a lot of arguing with the neighbour, a man called Washington who brought his own measuring tape from a hardware store.
The 1962 papers were wrong by a metre and a half, in Don Segundo's favour. I told them both. Washington shook my hand. Don Segundo didn't speak to me for an hour, then gave me a bag of choclo.
Paralelo spent the whole time under the neighbour's truck.