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  • Once upon a time, it was common to hear a huge blast in the city I live. Most of the times you could tell the sound came from far away but at the same time, you could know for sure that something really bad had taken place.

    Once or twice, I watched the ambulances running desperately. Maybe they would get in time to the place where the sound came from and maybe they would get lucky and save somebody.

    Then you turned on the radio to know where this blast came from. Then you heard how many people were injured or how many people were killed.

    The first time it happened, it was two blocks away from the place I worked. It happened at night, in the middle of a financial district. Nobody was hurt. The next day, people gathered around to see the big hole that the explosion made in the street. Many of them took pictures smiling at the camera.

    In a 7 month period, 20 years ago, 37 car bombs were detonated in Lima.

    Those were busy times for newsmen and very sad days for all of us.

    Where did all this hate came from?
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