IX
Tuesday, 1st September 2020
The awakening is not the best. Keeping my eyes closed, I can imagine being home, but when I miss them
I throw back to the absurd present condition.
I never thought I'd go to jail. Everyone knows me as a serious and precise person: perhaps I am a little less serious than I appear, but I certainly am precise, a little too precise. Therefore, no one would believe that in the past I risked ending up in prison.
It was 1993, a magical year: that of Erasmus. It was a unique opportunity to learn a new language: Spanish. Perhaps few go to Germany to learn Cervantes' language, but for me it was like that. I have already said that when I set foot on Teutonic land I did not know a word of the indigenous language. I would add that I shared an apartment in the student
