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My kind of favorite book is the one that talks about mysteries, occultism and conspiracies. The stories I like the most are those about Italy, the Florentine culture and the Vatican. However, I don't have any favorite books. But, the author I like the most, is Dan Brown. His books even became films, as is the case with "The Da vincci Code" and "Angels and Demons". These days I've been reading very different books. Near the Lastarria neighborhood, I bought a book called "God and the State," written by Bakunnin, a 20th-century anarkist. And, not so long ago,...

If I have to pick up one of the last films that i've seen, it would be "Cinema Paradiso". I really, really like the plot of this film. It was a combination about family love, a kind of brotherhood and overcoming.  The first time I wachted this movie, I was in a class called  "Imagen y sociedad"and we had to analize how it was made. Just in the first escenes, I started to cry. The movie was so beatiful that i felt in love with it. Anyway, even if I describe how much I liked this movie, I dont really have a favorite one. About series, I see a lot of these made by Netflix. This site have so many series with great plots and histories, like "Bojack horseman", "Sex education", "The alienist", "The dark crystal: the age of resilience" and others. But my favorite its called Brooklyn 99. It's a kind of comedy about a squad in Brooklyn and how they solve policial cases and common problems. I like in that way, 'cause i...

I think the best holidays I've ever had was in January of this year, in Cajón del Maipo. Just a couple of days before the journy - and without planning anything-, I decided to go there with good a friend of mine, called Diego. We took a couple of backpacks, a tent, a kitchenette, a lot of Maruchan, water and some food, and walk throught the river. Our path was never clear but we known that the water was our safe way. The three days we were there, the routine was the same. In the morning, we climbed the mountain, deep in the forest. In the evening, we ate a little more than the morning, splashed the river, sang and listened the sounds of the woods. At night, we sneak into several camps to sleep. Then, after all, we enjoyed our company until we fell asleep. Perhaps, that travel could not be extraodinary, but it was beatifull. Although it was short, I think that I'll not forget it. After that, I came back to the grey and boring center of Santiago.