La nueva era.
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Introducción a la vida común
Miroslava, chica adulta de 22 años, sin caminos por recorrer. No ha tenido amistades desde los 12 años, con depresión diagnosticada 3 años después de dejar los estudios por episodios psicóticos, donde violentaba en contra de sí misma, vive en casa de su madre, una mujer normal, de clase media-baja, es trabajadora y se encarga de mantener las ganancias en orden, divorciada, es su única hija y por quien vive bajo el sol, la tiene en la mira cada que puede. Miroslava, un día después de haberse topado con lo que llama "demonio de atención" despierta sonriente y maravillada hasta por los rayos solares de la mañana, no estaba segura de visitar al psiquiatra, decía que era para subnormales, su progenitora la convence por fin para que se quite esos caprichos y estereotipos ¿Estará dispuesta a cambiar su espíritu derrotante por una mujer guerrera y renovada?
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