The More Enlightened Our Houses Are, The

Memories Images, Once They Are Fixed In Words, Are Erased.

Cities, Like Dreams, Are Made Of Desires And Fears.

They Knew Each Other. He Knew Her And So Himself, For In Truth He Had Never Known Himself. And She Knew Him And So Herself, For Although She Had Always Known Herself She Had Never Been Able To Recognize It Until Now.

You Have With You The Book You Were Reading In The Cafe, Which You Are Eager To Continue, So That You Can Then Hand It On To Her, To Communicate Again With Her Through The Channel Dug By Others' Words, Which, As They Are Uttered By An Alien Voice, By The Voice Of That Silent Nobody Made Of Ink And Typographical Spacing, Can Become Yours And Hers, A Language, A Code Between The Two Of You, A Means To Exchange Signals And Recognize Each Other.

In Politics, As In Every Other Sphere Of Life, There Are Two Important Principles For A Man Of Any Sense: Don't Cherish Too Many Illusions, And Never Stop Believing That Every Little Bit Helps.