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«The blonde said, “You can't live life through others.” The brunette retorted, But can you live life without appreciating art? He said, “Both deserve a middle ground” What do I think is important? Is there a middle ground? Tell us. A few days had passed during which the teenagers enjoyed exchanging ideas and spending their vacation together. Ally was really fun, Andy analyzed everything, and Anne was always in doubt. They were the perfect trio, with as many similarities as the day and night. On that day, they had decided to have a "cultural exchange," reminiscing about their last tea afternoon. It was the blondes’ turn to learn a little about Anne’s culture. So, with excitement, they all gathered at Anne's house for the day. From the list they had written together, based on Anne's knowledge of her traditions and the others’ internet searches to combat their inexperience with Venezuela, they included: a blindfolded player tries to catch the others, whom he guides by sound. Andy liked that one. They also had flying papagayos, which were kites! Although it was a well-known activity, Ally suggested doing it at sunset. Finally, Anne, with her full Anne-personality, added "watching Venezuelan TV novels, to the list. Both siblings complained, and she replied, “What? Some of these novels should be considered Venezuelan heritage” —I've read Cuentos grotescos. He mentioned. —And what have you read, Ally? —From a Venezuelan literary work? Nothing. —And from somewhere else?" Anne inquired. —Nothing either. —Ally confessed, and with her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she added to soften the blow, —But I've read short essays! It's faster and safer. —Why don't you like to read? Literature, I mean. —What's so special about it? A lot of people like to read literature; I think it’s overrated. At that moment, Anne and Andy shared a quick glance at such a remark from our dear blonde. —Literature teaches you many things. You can live through it. The blonde said: You can't live life through others." Anne, impatient and closed off by the accusation, countered: But can you live life without appreciating art? —A book isn't going to add or take away years from my life. Andy, who had been waiting for half an hour to try the popcorn, closed the argument before it could even begin by saying: Both of you deserve a middle ground. But if you'll excuse me, ladies, I want to watch the novel. Santos arrived at his farm in Altamira. Ally, who didn't understand, looked at him in confusion. He obviously pointed to the television, where the telenovela was just beginning. And so, on that day, they allowed themselves to briefly debate their points of view—which probably wouldn't be the last time—and to enjoy Venezuelan works, delicious dishes, and well-known games. Because at the end of the day, everyone agreed that the best part was flying the kites, the "papagayos," while they ran on the soft, golden sand that remained wet under their feet, welcoming them with affection. —Let's go for a swim! Andy said enthusiastically. —I want to! Ally replied. Anne, who for a moment felt that nervousness and fear again, said,: The beach is full of people. —And so what?— the siblings asked. —Let's swim in the house pool instead. —She said calmly, and the siblings, who were always up for anything, accepted. What was the difference? Something simple to explain and very difficult to understand at first glance. The pool was safe; she knew its depth, the amount of water, and every detail of the material it was made from. Nothing could surprise her in a pool, and besides, no one would see her. But the sea… The sea was vast, unknown, ever-changing, infinite. Above all, it was full of eyes that would follow her and watch her. She was Anne; she would always choose the safe option and a place where no one could see her. I suppose that a truth can reside behind an analogy.