23 Mart 2010, Salı
saat: 00:59


Now I can barely read what I wrote there. In my notebook half the sentences tremble indecipherably. But I think they say this: I do not know where I am. In stables, maybe, or a guardhouse. Somewhere I remember smoothing my hands over a long, mortared cistern.

How about the rest? </unknown>



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