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In short, what do you have before you? You have Santurce, formerly called Cangrejos, and this surface with words and images. You read a chronicle of wonder, a possible oracle, a double tribute. Don’t worry if you don’t understand: misunderstandings are the inevitable noise of the city. It’s all about inhabiting this rich and poor neighborhood, navel of the capital. And its umbilical cord? This fiction, painted here and there, scattered over 21 more walls. It’s a challenge to your curiosity: look for the others, connect them, find out what they say. Listen up: Santurce lives, Cangrejos still breathes, Sandulce could happen.
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