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I want to measure the many things I don't know and that's how I arrive aimlessly, I knock and they open, I enter and see yesterday's pictures on the walls, the dining room of the man and the woman, armchairs, beds, saltcellars.
Only then do I understand that there they don't know me.
I go out and I don't know what streets I'm walking, nor how many men this street has eaten up, nor how many poor and tantalizing women, workers of various breeds and far from satisfactory rewards.