Girl gets in, she looks so much like me (thoug I shine far better, you know). She says:

—Hey, where are you from?
—From Mexico!— I saw her looking at me. She wanted to say something else. —Where are you from?
—From Bosnia.
—People always ask me if I am from Bosnia. — There you are, girl, you can go on. (Lo sé, my ingrish sucks).
—I know! You look so much like Bosnia girls!
—Yeah. Do you live here?— I say this while the elevator stops in my floor. I leave the ride.
—Yeah! 6th floor, what's your name?
—Mariana.
—I'm Wachuwáa.

The elevator door closes.