- Does this bull really exist? I asked her. She was sitting on the wall. She looked astonished. It took her about a minute to formulate her answer. The heat was getting to me. The cars shimmered and glowed under an unstoppable sun. I looked around at the dark faces of the gathering crowd. Their bodies brushing against one another, loose and languid. Some had dosed off. Tense and sweaty, feeling my impatience mounting, I tried again, -I`ve been waiting here for fifteen minutes and nothing is happening. -What should be happening? she finally replied indifferently, pursing her lips, looking away from me. -Someone told me at the hotel, that there`s going to be a Rodeo and a Fiesta.” My voice sounded alien in the buzzing heat. -Aha.