A few days ago, the novelist Laura Ferrero (Los astronautas’) rescued from the back room the phrase that another author, Ray Loriga, wrote in Tokyo no longer loves us’ (1999): «Memory is the stupidest dog; you throw a stick at him and he brings you anything else. Indeed, you cast the rod, you start thinking backwards and the low tide ends up spitting out what it pleases on the sand of time: a rusty can of mussels, a jumble of seaweed, a hungry shoe… The image of the dog it is more likeable and accurate, because the fishing business goes on for days: sometimes, it is a happy mongrel, with the restless tail of the lizards, who begins to dig through the memories; others, an obsessive poodle is determined to dig up an old bone; and more often than not, it is the labrador with the melancholic look who lends himself faithfully to the exercise. In any case, there is no more competent stick than the slogan “I remember.”
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