El tranvía avanza por las calles de Hiroshima y yo miro a la gente subir y bajar. “Tienen otros rasgos”, pienso. “Muchos de ellos deben haber perdido a sus padres o abuelos, y sin embargo acá están y la vida sigue”, pienso.… Seguir leyendo...
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