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Phoning from the city is like navigating a maze, or running a
channel against the tide.
The local operator grudgingly connects you to a City operator, who is personally offended by your desire to connect outside the City. But the next operator speaks with the toneless polite efficiency of a woman whose peers are mostly computers, and at the next junction you are finally put through to a machine that honors the beeps of your credit card. Who was it you were calling? Marta? Ignacio? The Chairman?
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