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Sleeping Animals

Kuma is the oldest of our three cats. He is about fifteen years old and lived on the streets before we adopted him. In the afternoons, he takes long naps, moving between the wicker chair next to the window, the garden, and the yellow armchair just a few inches from my...

The Power of choosing

A few days ago, as I usually do, I was carrying out a fairly ordinary household routine: preparing recyclable materials for collection. I washed plastic, aluminum, and glass containers, left them to dry, and the following morning placed them in front of my home for...

While the match starts

Today, shortly before noon, I entered TDMAX from my computer to watch a World Cup match. I thought there would be one at that time; In recent days there has been no shortage of football that accompanies lunchtime. But not today. The next game started at 2 p.m. Since I...

Mapping a Cave

After four hours on the road, the professor announced that we had arrived. The university bus stopped in front of a few pastures in the middle of the countryside. We looked around, trying to guess where we were supposed to go, but everything looked exactly like what...

In praise of doors

In the early nineties, I was an apprentice projectionist at a small university cinema. The job had an obvious reward—the student scholarship—and others such as learning to thread film, watching the same scene six or seven times until discovering details that had...