I am in the furthest corner of my new room, near the window. There are
ten or more rows of empty lockers here (for there are more lockers than things
of mine to put set off), and it is unusual and familiar at the same time to be here. The silence is
absolute. I settled in for the long dark teatime of the soul. It habituates
rapidly.
I am in my new room.
I thought about the advice my friend had given me. I made just a run for
it. It's a measure of ultimate need that I considered this prospect, since I
was by circumstances almost pennyless,
and had never once asked any help. The
only realistic alternative was to find this quiet spot -somewhere here in
Trieste-and resting here for the duration of my thesis writing. Or even getting
prepared and planning my future. That's what I himself had promised to do.
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Good night.
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