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Lunch beneath the volcano
And, when they could not bear each other any more, nor, their shared story, which bound them together with the strength of a steel chain: then, she violently exploded from the depths of her soul… and with the force of an indomitable volcano. It was a Wednesday when Oscar and Gabriel arrived to…
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On the road to the border
And the child never perceived there was a bill to pay for the tiny bulb that lit up his nights… Two days later, he placidly arrived to the city of Ipiales. He had crossed more than half of Colombia. Now, he enjoyed the satisfaction of arriving to its southern border with Ecuador. He slept the…
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Why do the good ones die, momma?
Why do the good ones die, momma? Because they get tired of so evil things that the bad ones do to them, darling Pensive, she hung up the phone. The three had been through many problems together. On different occasions they had visited the Office, where the hateful Disciplinary Coordinator, Miss Mercedes Cardona, unfortunately knew…
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In the cold streets
Night had already fallen in the cold streets of the downtown Bogotá’s Candelaria Quarter. The wind blew, invading the nooks and crannies found in its arbitrary and turbulent path. The corner Barrio de la Candelaria, Bogotá, Colombia It found its way into the marrow of the occasional passerby, who fought back…
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Doña Eudalia’s diner
The hungry passengers descended to hastily swallow the hot soups and dishes that were hurriedly served by Doña Eudalia’s aseptic white uniformed waitresses, while she from her post behind the cash register, was on top of each detail, as she charged the meals and the entry to the toilet facilities. The…
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About where they carry their dead
“Of things of men, I’ve seen more than my share, their houses and their customs, and in the way they dress or not dress at all.” “Of their churches and the things that they believe that they contain. Where they take their dead and the ways they say farewell, and also about…
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