I made this story in tribute to those bohemian nights in that wonderful place. Along with madmen, artists and several poets, wines, beers and arepas with chimichurri and cheese. I spent nights there so boring, incandescent, hot dawn.
In those years ignored the history of Crescencio and Juana, as well as much of our culture, deliberately obscured by the oligarchies and their positions of conscience. Also dreamed of those times when youth join these artisans opening my own store, join the "Magic" and rent a little house nearby.
I did my best to reliably draw the site. I hope I have succeeded.
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