MIDNIGHT
On the sixth day of the ninth month, Nada was sitting in her armchair, looking at seventy eight calendars. Suddenly, like an opaque thought, she felt the urge to mark September the seventh on each one. On the ones with…
On the sixth day of the ninth month, Nada was sitting in her armchair, looking at seventy eight calendars. Suddenly, like an opaque thought, she felt the urge to mark September the seventh on each one. On the ones with…