lost in the great second-hand bookshops in Buenos Aires, preserving as a relic of a collection of essays by José Martí, we learn of the news: the existence of a theater library. Sign-in and the quick overview of the Scala Goduria adds to the shelves full. The wait is so great that as it runs Callao, although they should just go straight, I'm afraid to lose. Intensity until the last time of taking photos.
The sight is really brutal, the emotion is strong. I head to race to the Economy section, please ignore the inclusion of the last essay by Christopher Hitchens on the shelf. In truth there is very little economics. Ok no matter retrying with International Politics, where I'm standing in front of the entire production onanism brain Tony Negri. At least there are three shelves.
In the third shelf, the affront. Marx's Capital in a tome of some 100 pages, with red cover and the hammer and sickle on it. BUM! The diagnosis of A., trying to survive the wonder is that this is an edition of Opus Dei, made just to scare the masses. I am almost ready to write a formal Quejo . Seeing an obvious disappointment, staggering towards Avenida Corrientes, poisoned to death between old pages of history ...
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