"...this homeland that I did not choose by will, but was given to me as you have seen it is, as it always has been, with this unreality feeling, with this shit scent, with this historyless people that believe in nothing but life, this is the homeland imposed to me without asking..."
--Gabriel García Marquez, El otoño del patriarca (The patriach´s autumn)
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