“One more poem.” “No, let’s go right now.” I refused. Two hefty guys came up behind me. They each grabbed one of my arms and pushed my head against the book. “There you are. Read it now?” Then they lifted me up, clipped some sort of plastic handcuffs on me, keeping my hands behind my back and carried me off to the parking lot. I don’t understand these people. Four different individuals interviewed me when I went into hospital. The…
The airport was pretty. His suitcase came quickly. Yet Claudio had the feeling that he was in a rather artificial, somehow unreal place. He had flown to Halifax in order to present his doctoral thesis at a congress of archaeologists. And although this wasn’t the first congress he had attended, Claudio was always surprised at the forced smiles, the commonplaces (in a place that was by no means common for most of the delegates), at meeting up again with colleagues…