i went back to the library
and finally found a copy of Gabriel García Márquez’s Los funerales de la Mamá Grande in Spanish! It’s actually a bilingual Spanish-French edition but it’s cool because it has footnotes in French which I can 75% understand, and it has the most awesome cover illustration which I am too lazy to take a picture of, sorry. Yeah, my life is boring.
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El problema con la literatura, como con la vida, dice don Crispín, es que al final uno siempre termina volviendose un cabrón
