Prologue
When they woke up, the world began. Immediately, all at once, and everywhere. A world of reflections in mirrors. It panted, trying to get through to people, but they knew nothing and lived without sensing that this world, which is broken into parts – torso, shoulders, shins – was somewhere beyond an invisible barrier.
Then at last the existence of the world of reflections was announced, but people had already guessed that the loud panting heralded just another silence. The world of reflections became disillusioned with people and went into the kingdom of animals. There were sounds here: lowing, bleating, chirping… They did not impede the reign of human silence.
The silence was called History. It was born when events, people and voices died. Only songs, drawings and records were
