The old theater house in Huancayo, where the dance (Marinera) will be held was in the days of Ximena M, and certainly is now, a rather sad. Perhaps the ugliest building on that stretch of the long narrow road between Plaza de Armas in the center of Huancayo, and all the way to the old theater house itself. I am often appeared when she rode through the years has always been uninhabited and looked at me with his window shade less pale appeared dead, wiped his eyes.
The building had been acquired by a private university in the city. The second floor, and only the soil of my memory that the building had they reached the stairs, not on balconies, and serves as a gateway to underestimate the theater was built in search of a large building, looking most out of what was really inside.
Outside, a place of small and large businesses, a car dealership to the stables, shops painted other unpainted, and a mass of chicken cafes along the road, a fruit juice shop, framed houses, shops, inhabited by men and women, long-serving the community, which are open to the rain storms.
All summer I thought, it remains a quiet sleep, perhaps because it is a distance from the heart of the city, about ten blocks from the river Shulcas, but within the city limits.
On special days (and sometimes), however, the doors are ready to be opened, and the obligation is expected, and long lines along the road all the way to the cafes of chicken, all the way to the front door , waiting for the guard to open the doors always locked. And there are the cries of the children of the city, the laughter of the parents, and the old rustic, hoarse voices of the elders and grandparents, chew the fat, chitchatting night with old friends, waiting for the events night to start. And then, after the events have finished, the floors, once empty and clean, stay with many empty cans and candy wrappers and pieces of paper left on the floor, if not cleaned would be rotting at the base of the building.
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