Yesterday I was in my bedroom, I'm still with the flu so I decided to read a book of one of my favorite Bolivian writers, Victor Hugo Viscarra, I was reading "Alcoholatum Y otros drinks" when, my sister Yhun came to me and she started to talk and talk and I just wanted to read quietly in my bedroom, she was telling me that she had a date and the guy who is going to go out... So, I was starting to loose the patience when I see behind me another Victor Hugo Viscarra's book (Ch'aqui fulero) and I looked at her and told her "You should read this book , you're going to like it", she looked at me surprised and told me "You wanted me to read this book so I could shut my mouth, right? And of course I said no, I just told her that she won't get bored if she read that book, and As I know my sister told me: "Well, I'm going to read it but aloud!" She is just child eventhough she looks older than me... Hehehe. At the beginning she was making noises while she was reading but then she started to speak less and finally got involved in the essence of that book... What can I say? Victor Hugo is a magician even though he's dead, No one can surrender to his words, You live the moment, through his books he transports you to the most unwanted places in Bolivia.
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