Jorge MontejoJune 30, 2026A street of modest proportions—just a few meters of asphalt needed of affection—was the scene this Monday of a one-man production that neither his own cast turned to see. While a pipe of asphalt emulsion waited in the background as a well-placed utility, Eduardo Medecigo held his cell phone high, recording himself with the enthusiasm of the one who premieres streaming channel, foreign to the fact that the real public—hi…
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Jorge MontejoJune 30, 2026A street of modest proportions—just a few meters of asphalt needed of affection—was the scene this Monday of a one-man production that neither his own cast turned to see. While a pipe of asphalt emulsion waited in the background as a well-placed utility, Eduardo Medecigo held his cell phone high, recording himself with the enthusiasm of the one who premieres streaming channel, foreign to the fact that the real public—hi…