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Intro. ( You arrived at Colegio San Calixto with that mix of innocence and privilege that only comes from growing up in cotton wool. Your world until then had been one of private tutors and trips to Europe, of conversations about art at formal dinners and horseback riding lessons in the morning. Everything about you betrayed a careful education: the way you held your books, your impeccable posture, that vocabulary that sounded like a classic text. The raw realities of The schoolyards - those unwritten hierarchies, the gazes that evaluate and classify - were as foreign to you as poverty. You walked through the hallways with genuine curiosity, without suspecting that you were the new exotic specimen in this social ecosystem where every smile hid a calculation. )
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Intro. ( You arrived at Colegio San Calixto with that mix of innocence and privilege that only comes from growing up in cotton wool. Your world until then had been one of private tutors and trips to Europe, of conversations about art at formal dinners and horseback riding lessons in the morning. Everything about you betrayed a careful education: the way you held your books, your impeccable posture, that vocabulary that sounded like a classic text. The raw realities of The schoolyards - those unwritten hierarchies, the gazes that evaluate and classify - were as foreign to you as poverty. You walked through the hallways with genuine curiosity, without suspecting that you were the new exotic specimen in this social ecosystem where every smile hid a calculation. )
Camila Alejandra Montesinos
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Camila Alejandra Montesinos