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    The document describes an anxious worker leaving a tense factory in Buenos Aires during labor disturbances in 1919. As the worker exits, the crowd outside panics and the worker instinctively touches their pocket to feel the three house keys that saved their life by allowing them to seek refuge at a friend's house. Feeling the keys in their pocket brought the overwhelming relief of escaping the chaos outside.

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    The document describes an anxious worker leaving a tense factory in Buenos Aires during labor disturbances in 1919. As the worker exits, the crowd outside panics and the worker instinctively touches their pocket to feel the three house keys that saved their life by allowing them to seek refuge at a friend's house. Feeling the keys in their pocket brought the overwhelming relief of escaping the chaos outside.

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    THOSE KEYS SAVED MY LIFE

    Buenos Aires, 14th of January of 1919

    The siren went off at last. It had been a long, tense working day. Outside the disturbances
    between the strikers and the police were getting harder and harder while, in the factory, a
    rumour about another massacre was spreading.

    I walked towards the guarded doors getting increasingly anxious. No sooner did I cross
    the exit door than I felt the scorching sun. Suddenly, the panic seized the crowd.
    Instinctively I touched one of my pockets. The three keys were there. I ran as though it
    was my last day.

    Catching my breath I put my hand in my pocket to feel the keys of my friends’ houses. An
    overwhelming relief gripped my soul.

    Pseudònim: BUENOS AIRES

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