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“...a traveler whose accent was pretty, until the moment she showed her passport and identified herself as part of the plague.”

Jesus

“Chama, I’m getting out of this mess, I’m not staying where I’m not wanted, Nina’s tent neighbor, a woman from Valencia, said to her as she moved to join the stampede crossing the border back into Venezuela, where the inferno was an inferno but at least it was theirs, constitutionally granted.”

“...Nina tried to convince her that this was just a small setback, that the other hundreds of people who had helped them counted for much more than the five fucking heartless bastards who would set fire to a camp full of kids and teenagers waiting for asylum.”

What a depressing start ☹️

La rabia que estoy pasando con este libro, coño está buenísimo.