It was a Sunday morning in the streets of Montevideo, Uruguay, when I first experienced an act of magic. I must have been seven years old at the time—walking alongside my mother—when I saw it: a statue in the middle of a pedestrian street; quite an odd place to put a statue, I thought. I asked my mom what it was, and she just gave me a coin to throw in a little can placed in front of it. Suddenly, the statue started to move! It looked at me as it moved, my smile growing from ear to ear at the sight of something that was seemingly impossible just moments ago. A few seconds later, it stopped and resumed its immutable state.
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