My grandfather told me this story.
When he was in his twenties he used to play a joke with his friends: they would stand in the middle of the pavement in central Rosario and stare at the sky, three or four of them, pointing their fingers, making vague comments like “look up there, yes, wow, I can see it there, look...”1 Eventuall…
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