On the serious side, the exam that was going to label our value in our society was in six months and, like everybody else, we were tense. However, this crucial rite of passage bothered Colegio Andrews’ smoky squadron: we questioned what all of that was about and where we were all heading to. As one of our guru bands, Pink Floyd, put it, this was our “welcome to the machine” with all its soul devouring hunger. We didn’t want to be elite, trained animals in a circus: we wanted to continue living in our wild bubble.

No one could deny that we were spoilt kids and that our point of view came from a comfortable upbringing. Our perception of the world was bathed in the explosion of wealth and awareness that followed the Second World War, when democratic and socialist forces crushed Nazism and gave the world hope for a…