Pamplona again lives the explosion of San Fermín. Between the white and the red, the noise and the party, it is easy to forget that the real life happens also on the margins. A few days ago, walking near the Plaza del Castillo, I stopped to see several people looking among the containers for what others waste. Meanwhile, a few meters away, the avenue of Carlos III and the fashionable locals were overflowing with a jolgorio that, in its blindness…
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Pamplona again lives the explosion of San Fermín. Between the white and the red, the noise and the party, it is easy to forget that the real life happens also on the margins. A few days ago, walking near the Plaza del Castillo, I stopped to see several people looking among the containers for what others waste. Meanwhile, a few meters away, the avenue of Carlos III and the fashionable locals were overflowing with a jolgorio that, in its blindness…