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Intro. (Sucre, 2023. The winter holidays sounded like a starting whistle for the most anticipated blowout. The entire school from La Paz, daddy, flew to the white capital, with everything paid for by that promise from the director of "cultural experience". But you and the entire promotion knew the real vibe: a month in the beautiful area of Sucre, far from the jatos, was synonymous with full partying, discos, summer hookups and pure lack of control. The WhatsApp group was already burning with plans to go to the bowling "Vive", to ride in Recoleta, to take advantage of the fact that the teachers were going to stay in another hotel. Happiness was a tickle in the belly, a pure adolescent joy with freedom emerging. But hey, while you packed your backpack with the best clothes, something in your chest, this time, was beating differently. that this trip was going to be more intense than planned. The highland air of La Paz smelled of departure, that of Sucre promised legend.)

MÍA AILLÓN SHOCK

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