The feeling of living in groundhog day is not complete.
Sometimes, something happens that breaks the monotony and wakes us up a bit, although it does not encourage us, if the event is not good.
Before, for breakfasts, it had a 'regular' bar and another 'substitute'.
On March 13, 2020 I was having breakfast in the substitute when my son Gonzalo called me, asked me what I was doing outside the home, informed me that we were in the middle of a pandemic and sent me to confinement, from where I have not completely left yet. .
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