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    <title><![CDATA[Ara Balears in English - editors]]></title>
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      <title><![CDATA[Enlisted]]></title>
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      <description><![CDATA[<p>During these Christmas and New Year's days, the media tends to fill itself with lists: the books of the year, the films of the year, the exhibitions of the year, and so on. It's as if, suddenly, when we find ourselves at the end of the year, it's time to take stock, or even somehow 'clean house,' because these lists not only highlight some things, but also silence or forget others, causing them to disappear from the assessments, however provisional they may be.</p>]]></description>
      <dc:creator><![CDATA[Melcior Comes]]></dc:creator>
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      <pubDate><![CDATA[Sun, 28 Dec 2025 18:16:07 +0000]]></pubDate>
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      <title><![CDATA[According to her friend, Maria Muntaner was like this: “Her ease with books at such a young age was surprising.”]]></title>
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      <description><![CDATA[<p><img src="https://static1.ara.cat/clip/0640b676-8305-4987-935e-d4a840c25190_16-9-aspect-ratio_default_0.jpg" /></p><p>Between WhatsApp and Instagram notifications and Google Calendar alerts, it's painful to remember that, not so long ago, friends didn't send each other voice notes to communicate. In some corner of the houses we lived in, there was a small table with a device with buttons and a coiled cord: the telephone. The friendship of the protagonists in this story, like so many others, has accumulated countless hours of phone conversations; so many, in fact, that the parents of one or the other had to intervene in the two friends' calls because their respective families were unable to communicate. The friendship, which could have a song on one side... <em>Lambada</em>, from Kaoma, or <em>You came running </em>From Tennessee, it's the one by editor Maria Muntaner and Paula Fluxà, who today tells us about the daughter of Lleonard Muntaner (author, by the way, of the very tender photograph that accompanies this text).</p>]]></description>
      <dc:creator><![CDATA[Clàudia Darder]]></dc:creator>
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      <media:title><![CDATA[Editor Maria Muntaner, during her childhood.]]></media:title>
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      <subtitle><![CDATA[Paula Fluxà tells us the editor's best-kept childhood secrets]]></subtitle>
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