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I dream that I’m standing in the doorway of my house, and I hear shouts, but I don’t want to go in. I’m eleven years old, and my hair is braided down my back.
A man asks me in the language of my…
Contributor:
Perla Suez
Places:
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
2000