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.



28 Krakow 1988

El niño de la bicicleta nos llevó hasta la casa, quería ir hacia el jardín trasero, Silvia dijo que no. Parecía una jungla peligrosa.

The boy with the bike took us to the house, he wanted to go into the backyard, Silvia said no. It seemed a dangerous jungle.

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