Somewhat bruised, tired and with my teeth clenched, I arrive in what will be my city for four years to just say: it’s over because we’ve done it all. Now, to learn and live in this new chapter of our book. Grateful for the things that did and didn‘t happen.
Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better. But better can sometimes mean worse, if you’re a woman, if you live on this continent, hit upon unhappily by the Spaniards, inopportunely populated by Asians gone astray. Roberto Bolaño, page 29 «Amulet» That’s what I thought, shut up in the women’s bathroom on the fourthfloor of the faculty of Philosophy and Literature in September 1968. I thought about those Asians […]
A Barbara, Jacques Prévert *Barbara is a feminine name of Greek origin which means “foreign” or “strange,” derived from the Greek word barbaros of the same meaning.