Our lives changed, it seemed that a slab had crushed us. Things at home became increasingly strange, and I decided to do what my mother feared the most, to go to Argentina.
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Looking at those huge buildings, I missed Spain, “What was I doing there?” I asked myself. I didn’t like the idea that what had happened to everyone I was meeting here would happen to me as well. Spaniards who had come because of political problems, or who had wanted a better life and thought they would find it here, but no longer wanted to be here nor could they go back to their homeland.
They had settled here, with their businesses, their new families. They missed their own country, but they couldn’t even consider going back. They had resigned themselves to staying there, each for their own reason,
