Uruguay’s a reddish sun dying in the sky, wind and more wind. “If you don’t like the weather, wait ten minutes”, graffiti wisdom. Uruguay’s a sick blonde, an oxidized smile on people’s faces, campsites, hippies, mate under the full moon. Montevideo, a bandoneon and a name on every streetcorner, a tribute, a destiny.
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