'Embankment'
The force of the whirlpool, centrifugal for an instant, seems to want to condense its liquid body, exerting pressure, to filter and emanate through a different channel.
An enveloping force.
I apply pressure with the sleeves of my shirt, tying it around my waist, and in that gesture.
I remember the concavities of the river in Apodaka, where Elena had pointed out, days before, the place where the water filters through, forming a whirlpool.
