Miguel walked out of her office into the Buenos Aires afternoon. The sky over the Avenida de Mayo was a sharp, impossible blue. He looked at his phone. A message from his younger sister, who had just started her first year: "Help. How do I do the portada for my PoliSci paper? The teacher is super strict."
He said nothing.
The night before submission, he printed it on matte, slightly textured paper. It felt like holding a small, powerful thing. portadas para trabajos universitarios