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The former home of Huancayo, where dance theater (Marinera) could be had at the time of Ximena H, and especially now, a fairly dreary place. Perhaps the ugliest building on this stretch of road long and narrow in the arms of the Plaza in the center of Huancayo, and all the way home old theater itself. It often seems to me as I drove by him, many years, it was uninhabited and he looked at me with her window curtains appeared less like dead, dry eyes.

The building was bought by a private university in the city. The second floor and one story, my memories of the building was in contact with the stairs, no balcony outside the subject, he served as a means of access to look down on the stage was a large building well-structured, more care was beyond the actually inside.

Outside, a place of small enterprise: a car salesman of the block, unpainted painted shops, cafes and a mass chicken along the way, a juice shop, framed houses, shops, long inhabited by men and women serving the community, all open to the rain storm.

The whole summer seemed, he remained a place of quiet sleep, perhaps because it is a good distance from the central part of the city, about ten blocks from the river Shulcas, although within the city.

Special days (and times) is ready for the doors to be opened, and these components have to wait and stand in long lines along the road past the cafes chicken, all the way to the door at the entrance waiting for the guard opens the doors long closed. And there are the cries of the children in the city, the laughter of the parents and the old rustic, hoarseness of the oldest and grandparents, chew the fat, chitchat the night with old friends, waiting to start the evening events. And then, after the events are completed, the floors, once empty and clean, still many empty cans and candy wrappers and pieces of paper on the floor, if not cleaned continue rot at the base of the building.

These events give life to the building, a little life in the community.

The night Ximena H. the Navy, an adventurous young girl of fourteen, daughter of a restaurant owner, I went hiking in the islands live, it looked very clean, all had a gentle heat to the many voices that criss theater, dance and hit us with their lovely colors and movements like the wind in the twilight. The eyes of the public come and go as the dancers danced, but sent a thrill the audience.