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We are the army of the holidays, soldiers with trolleys and water bottles, with strange hats that we are ashamed to wear during the rest of the year. We are all in line to get there first, to eat more, to photograph better, to touch where it is not allowed. We are a tribe of infinite tribes, we have our rituals and our customs and we look at each other to understand who we are not. We are all in line to be the first to be able to return to the place we hate from where we came.

CHAPTER 1 Till the end, that is, not even death can stop us.
CHAPTER 2 Except for our legs, that is, each Hannibal has his elephants.
CHAPTER 3 Our tribe, our rituals, that is, we write the true story.

/INVASION
We are the army of the holidays, soldiers with trolleys and water bottles, with strange hats that we are ashamed to wear during the rest of the year. We are all in line to get there first, to eat more, to photograph better, to touch where it is not allowed. We are a tribe of infinite tribes, we have our rituals and our customs and we look at each other to understand who we are not. We are all in line to be the first to be able to return to the place we hate from where we came.

CHAPTER 1 Till the end, that is, not even death can stop us.
CHAPTER 2 Except for our legs, that is, each Hannibal has his elephants.
CHAPTER 3 Our tribe, our rituals, that is, we write the true story.

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