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Nothing So Tires A Person As Having To Struggle, Not With Himself, But With An Abstraction.

Society Has To Change, But The Political Powers We Have At The Moment Are Not Enough To Effect This Change. The Whole Democratic System Would Have To Be Rethought.

There Are Such Moments In Life, When, In Order For Heaven To Open, It Is Necessary For A Door To Close.

Some Drivers Have Already Got Out Of Their Cars, Prepared To Push The Stranded Vehicle To A Spot Where It Will Not Hold Up The Traffic, They Beat Furiously On The Closed Windows, The Man Inside Turns His Head In Their Direction, First To One Side Then To The Other, He Is Clearly Shouting Something, To Judge By The Movements Of His Mouth He Appears To Be Repeating Some Words, No One Word But Three, As Turns Out To Be The Case When Someone Finally Manages To Open The Door, I Am Blind.

The Period That I Could Consider The Most Important In My Literary Work Came About Beginning With The Revolution, And In A Certain Way, Developed As A Consequence Of The Revolution. But It Was Also A Result Of The Counterrevolutionary Coup Of November 1975.