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Once upon a time, in a small town on the outskirts of Mexico City, there was a girl who lived

in a blue house. Her name was Frida.

From the outside, Frida's Blue House was a common stucco building. With bright blue walls,

tall windows and green shutters, but past the entrance, a world of wonder awaited.

Tropical plants, fountains, a small pyramid decked with pre-Columbian idols, birds singing

and in the house, a big, heavy and dark wooden closet. Inside which, Frida and her little

sister sang revolutionary songs at the top of their lungs.

It was an exciting and dangerous time in Mexico, a revolution had started.

The zapatistas fought fiercely to overthrow the dictatorship of Porfirio de As and to establish

a constitutional republic. At four, Frida had chosen the side she'd be on, the revolutionaries.

Frida was a Rebel. Her mom took her to church, but every time she managed to escape and

spent entire afternoons wandering the court yards of Coyoacán, where she ate cherries

and quincees from all the trees she could find. When Frida turned six, though, her life

changed abruptly. She contracted polio and was bedridden for months.

Piano was a serious disease, potentially lethal, and at first it seemed to tarnish Frida's

adventurous spirit. Soon, however, it became clear that Frida would not be tamed so easily.

I'm Pamela Adlon and this is Good Night Stories for Rebel Girls. A fairy tale podcast about

the extraordinary women who inspire us. This week, Frida Kahlo.

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