Which sentence from Cristina Garcia’s Dreaming in Cuban is an example of magic realism? Abuela Celia and I write to each other sometimes, but mostly I hear her speaking to me at night just before I fall asleep. At night, especially in the summer when the sound carries, I hear the low whistles of the ships as they leave New York harbor. Lourdes imagines these pieces, broken and bruised in unspeakable places, on piers and in alleyways, drifting down the river to the sea. One girl left with a broken leg after slipping on a bar of soap Pilar dropped while the nanny was bathing her in the sink.