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chile y mas chile, mucho caminar por calles, asomarse por ventanas, desplazarse en micro, metro, el gentio del paseo ahumada, bocinas, vendedores callejeros, toparse, parar a tomarse un cortado, juntarse a medio camino con amigas y amigos para compartir el momento, preguntarse si quiero volver. tanto chile que absorber, shock cultural all over.
y mi casa? mi redil? mi santuario? mas alla, mas alla, mas alla
1 comment:
Dear Constanza,
This is heart-wrenching to read but I can't know how it is to walk in your shoes. My prayers are with you.
Love,
Nancy
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