Timbuktu
Before he could make up his mind about what to do next, the decision was taken out of his hands....
Before he could make up his mind about what to do next, the decision was taken out of his hands....
The years of immobilized waiting, of hoping for good luck, were behind him, but on the horizon he could see nothing more than the unfathomable sea of imaginary illnesses, the drop-by-drop urinations of sleepless nights, the daily death at twilight. He thought that all the moments in the day, which had once been his allies and sworn accomplices, were beginning to conspire against him.
‘How old are you?’ ‘Nine and a bit.’ ‘Which would you prefer, a...