The Cranes — Las grullas

Francisco Martínez
3 min readJan 13, 2024

The Cranes

The cranes have returned early this year to the lake house.

Often I refuge here from the irretrievably inhumane life of the city, and also to remember my son who disappeared in the lake a few months ago. Despite the efforts of the search, I was unable to find his body.

That morning, one of the cranes approached me, without any modesty, a few meters from the cabin, stared at me and started to growl, with a very high-pitched sound that modulated until it went out. It was like he was asking or begging for something.