If such smart people como Bob Dylan o Emmanuel Carrère They had done it, why couldn’t I afford it, especially when the last minute approached before I moved to another neighborhood? It is very difficult to believe Christian fiction, but it is even harder not to believe it. So, my grandmother, with 101 years of life, a believer not only in going to mass but in cleaning the benches of the hermitage, she told me, on his last vacation with me: I’m scared. I replied that I had been preparing for that all my life, that at least she had the consolation that the end was not the end as the last glass is the penultimate. That he would meet his grandfather in a deservedly glorious afterlife, given the righteousness of his faith in this world: I don’t believe you at all, roll, he answered me. Next, he began to hum a Cuban song about sugar and coffee, surely rescued from a memory of half a century ago.
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