sees on his tin can<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2014 such as “wolf,” “sister,” “hidden treasure,” “battle,” “scabies,” “lovers” \u2014 the others tell, each one, his tale of wolves, sisters, treasures, scabies, lovers, battles…<\/em><\/p>\n through his tin can, among the endless network of strings,\u00a0under the starry night sky…<\/strong><\/p>\n …And you know that in the long journey ahead of you. when to keep awake against the camel’s swaying or the junk’s rocking. you start summoning up your memories one by one, your wolf will have become another\u00a0wolf, your sister a different sister, your battle other battles, on your return from Euphemia, the city where memory is traded at every solstice and at every equinox.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Here is a quote from Calvino’s description of Euphemia, page 36. We’ve inserted our concept in bold: You do not come to Euphemia only to buy and sell, but also because at night, by the fires all around the market, … Continue reading ![\"IMG_1334\"](\"https:\/\/www.just4letters.com\/pi\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/IMG_1334.jpg\")
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