2666 - pg. 558

In 1976, the young Maria Exposito met two students from Mexico City in the desert who said they were lost but appeared to fleeting something and who, after a dizzying week, shhe never saw again. The students lived in their car and one of them seemed to be sick. They looked as if they were high on something and they talked a lot and didn't eat anything, although she brought them tortillas and beans that she snuck from home. They talked, for example, about a new revolution, an invisible revolution that was already brewing but wouldn't hit the streets for at least fifty years. Or five hundred. Or five thousand. The students had been to Villa viciosa but what they wanted to find the highway to Ures or Hermosillo.  Each night they made love to her, in the car or on the warm desert sand, until one morning she came to meet them and they were gone.