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This fictional chronicle emerges as a tribute to that unique city of El Alto.

A magical chronicle born from a cigarette and a great friendship.

A short story about that uncomfortable and repetitive topic of conversation.

This is a tale about someone lost in time and place. A person who is there and not there, who comes back from time to time and leaves again.

Chronicle about a sacred drink that isn't so sacred after all.

This is a short story about two friends who go through the horrible experience of a robbery.

This is a chronicle of a journey with Belgian archaeologists to the depths of Lake Titicaca.

A monumental work under the leadership of two women revolutionized the entire neighborhood. In Chualluma, a woman headed the neighborhood council, and together with another woman, the contractor, they accomplished the feat. But what lies behind all the colorful display?

Like entering an unknown dimension: after a nap on the trufi, the light has vanished, and the city is plunged, literally, into chaos. Perhaps it's the announcement of a more intimate farewell, maybe it's just a regrettable culmination of irresponsibilities. In this case, the water is anything but life. A memory of a black Tuesday.

A short story about the hassle of cooking bolivian food abroad.