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.



25 Erandio 1988

Recuerdo cuando la ría se pasaba en bote en Lamiako y Erandio, se olía el salitre y el petróleo.
I remember the time when crossed the river by boat in Lamiako and Erandio, the air smelled salt and oil.

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  1. En Erandio el bote o gasolino sigue cruzando a Barakaldo, a veces sin personas, metáfora de la inutilidad, pero mola. Erandio mira a la ría y yo también. ¿En qué andas? Da un toque.

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