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Sometimes lasting a couple of days, others raging a week or more, it’s a wind like no other. Nerves shred and tempers fray. The slightest show of anger, a small domestic tiff, and the people of Santa Catalina shake their heads intoning: ‘El Levante’. It isn’t unheard of for a townsman to take an axe and bury it in his neighbour’s skull when El Levante blows. For El Levante is said to drive the most unlikely of people insane.
I want to read more. Take me to where El Levante blows
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