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.



015 La clase del 84, de poteo.

La primera vez que estamos tan bien organizados.

The first time we're so organized.

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