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2023-08-06 05:04:30
It’s nine at night and it’s so hot (thirty-eight degrees, the temperature at which the soul evaporates) that the National Library presents itself first of all as a climate refuge. They make you want to kiss the cold stone, to hug a column, to fan yourself with El Cid. It’s closed, but sometimes that doesn’t matter. The last time an ABC journalist visited her at night, the director lit a candle to tour its rooms, leaving a stamp for eternity. Today you want to do the same, but to see if the fire alarm goes off and it finally cools down. “Just kidding, but it’s hot as hell. —Did you know that in libraries there was… See More
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