“Redada at a hippie party” You get up, you prepare your coffee. You remember the earrings and it even hurt your back a bit to think about the hard day ahead. Then you sip the coffee and get those five minutes of introspection in which you remember everything and nothing. And that’s when in the memories that party appears, that meeting where you spent a lot and you talk little about. Why? Because you remember it for yourself and because, perhaps,…
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“Redada at a hippie party” You get up, you prepare your coffee. You remember the earrings and it even hurt your back a bit to think about the hard day ahead. Then you sip the coffee and get those five minutes of introspection in which you remember everything and nothing. And that’s when in the memories that party appears, that meeting where you spent a lot and you talk little about. Why? Because you remember it for yourself and because, perhaps,…