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“Llego a la cima del monte Tibidabo y veo a unos cincuenta huérfanos en su uniforme verde aceituna alineados frente al mirador que se abre a la ciudad. Los niños tiritan de frío y ansia bajo los arcos de la oficina del parque de atracciones. Los parques de atracciones... Algún original dice que esos lugares son un negativo burlesco del Infierno, brillo de emoción en aristas de azogue; el Leteo discurre por túneles donde chillan las parejas y el tobogán de la montaña rusa es un precipicio de hierro que lanza condenados a las llamas. Todo es posible.”

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Book:El día del Watusi
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