Kit Maude is a translator based in Buenos Aires. He has translated dozens of Latin American writers for a wide array of publications and writes reviews for Ñ, Otra Parte and the Times Literary Supplement.
No one saw us as we crossed the street. The green iron gate of the house opposite was tall with a bronze lock and bolt but it wasnt heavy and opened without a sound. The lights in the first floor windows were off; it was night-time. I cupped my hands so my brother could use them as steps to reach the balcony.