Time had gone, and my memory did not exist, and I was unable to distinguish between what I had invented and what I had known, and I knew that what I had invented was all false.
Doris Lessing in The Golden Notebook.



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En el principio un viaje, todo viaje que empieza antes. Porque ahora queda la memoria. La memoria y el regreso.
Recuerdo una carretera de Polonia.


Poland 1988

Música: Virgil Thomson, "A French Boy of Ten: Louis Lange", 1938


In the beginning a travel, the journey began before. Because we have just now the memory. Memory and return.
I remember a polish road.

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