There are not more than five primary colors  (blue, yellow,  red, white, and black), yet in combination they produce more hues than can ever been seen.

You could also "request" to be locked into the seclusion room. Not many people made that request. You had to "request" to get out too. A nurse would look through the chicken wire and decide if you were ready to come out. Somewhat like looking at a cake through the glass of the oven door.

Creyeron que los militares iban a «limpiar» el país. «Se terminó la delincuencia, no hay muros pintarrajeados con graffiti, todo está limpio y gracias al toque de queda los maridos llegan temprano a la casa», me dijo una amiga.

Written By Isabel Allende

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