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I remember reading Cucho by José MarÃa Sánchez-Silva. It wasn’t about a boy; it was about loneliness wearing a pair of trousers. That book didn't just tell me a story; it taught me that sadness had a texture, and that friendship was a verb. That is the genius of El Barco de Vapor . It never talked down to us. It treated a nine-year-old’s existential dread with the same gravity as it treated a pirate’s treasure map. 🚢 But here is the secret that El