"In front of him Isidoro sees himself as a ten-year-old boy, and he is wearing a white T-shirt in El Paso, his panza protruding from his too-tight jeans. On the T-shirt it says Lee’s Fleas in lime green, with a silhouette of a golfer in mid-swing launching a ball into the endless white, which is now somewhat dirtied by a churro he is holding. His father and mother are somewhere nearby, waiting, while a crowd disperses from a public golf course in Ascarate Park. Isidoro can see himself, that boy’s face, there is something magnificent on it–a heady pride at having just seen Lee Trevino at an exhibition, at the cool T-shirt he is wearing, which he begged his parents to buy for him, at seeing his father’s face so happy for once to be in the United States as a Mexican. As the boy Isidoro is walking up a slight hill to the green, an Anglo couple descend toward him. The man, with glasses and a sneer, says with a Texas drawl to the woman next to him, “That’s some fat flea.” Isidoro the phantasm sees only black in front of him, but he remembers what happened next after that scene from his personal history. Isidoro the boy was consumed with a rage that lasted until they returned home to Ysleta, in the Volkswagen Beetle, all six of them jammed together, Isidoro elbowing his little brother’s head, which, after a yelp, prompted his older brother to jab him in the stomach, which in turn led to a shout from his sister to their mother … Isidoro wanted to throw the T-shirt out, and did fling it into the trashcan, but retrieved it and kept it at the bottom of his underwear drawer years after it stopped fitting him. He finally threw the yellowed rag away when he left for college." —Eternal Return, by Sergio Troncoso, Yale Review, 2018.