Innerly and outerly.
I can’t believe what’s happened to us; or rather I do. That’s the tragedy, really. That sensation of foreboding, that it couldn’t last long so engraved in the Uruguayan DNA, has finally claimed us all back.
Nobody likes to lose. But for us, this incomprehensible and simultaneously not surprising turning of events just loads to our national chagrin. Some may fake indifference, but I’m one of them; I know.