The Idiot President

This short story by Daniel Alarcon is difficult for me to write about. It was well written, true, but that's about all I can say in favor of it. It lacked imagery, except for one particular scene when the three actors were on a dark stage lit only by the headlamps of their audience of miners. The story also does not really go anywhere. It meanders around for a little bit, telling us about Diciembre, a theater group in South America (I think, the Andes are briefly mentioned but it's hard to say as there is no actual location ever given except for a city that I couldn't find on a map), and the main character is trying to get into California where his brother already is. For much of the story the main character is sick, due to the constant traveling and possibly the cold weather in the mountains. After this two-month tour, he feels that he should not do anymore traveling and tries to find steady work, but can not seem to, and he also can not seem to get approval to migrate to the States.
The story has some tension, but there is really no resolution to it. The man never finds work, and he never gets to America. He does get better, but it's at the cost of the only job he could have had. So after a great deal of meandering, backstory, a small amount of actual story telling, it just ends. It reads more like a biography than a piece of fiction. That's all I really have to say about this piece.