The anecdote of the moment really happened. It happened to an American poet tourist in Buenos Aires, and he told me about it. Perhaps you know him, his name is Kent Johnson. I transcribed it without changes, and I limited myself to inventing the flashback episodes after each...
"I was a myopic child, and affected by a progressive myopia that meant that, until the evil stopped in my adulthood, I could never see clearly enough because the glasses that were prescribed to me were insufficient shortly after they were released."
so called C.A.













