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One day, when I was here in March, I kept hearing loud bangs coming from somewhere outside. I asked Rosy what they were, and she shrugged, and said that she didn’t know… maybe fireworks. This lasted most of the day. Here in Mexico, or at least in Puebla, there are trucks that play music as they drive around neighbourhoods trying to get your attention so that you’ll come out and buy what they’re selling. Sound familiar? Yeah, they’re kinda like ice cream trucks, except they sell… gas. Gas to heat your water and run your [...] |
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