September 2020

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By Tasos Leivaditis

What need have I of imagination, I thought to myself, newspapers every day report so many shocking things — since then I have been at peace, I brush my teeth at night and I take my sleeping pill with a bit of milk, as directed by the doctor. And in the morning, rested and refreshed, I fold my bedsheet just like after an execution.


(Translated by N.N. Trakakis)