Sandulcinos will be eccentric: both residents of this peninsula of budding mangroves and its visitors. Although they may appear to be in a fool’s paradise, they’ll be moved by a growing curiosity. Their eyes, refreshed, will distinguish green from gray, and they’ll begin to see my ruins as building materials. Moreover, they’ll have both feet planted firmly on the pavement and, hopefully, a well-trained ear. Like cartographers they’ll travel, step by step, another land called Sandulce, whose dimensions will match those of this neighborhood. They will be, perhaps consciously, the beginning and the end of a half-real, half-fictional journey.