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Category Archives: Victor Auburtin
Auburtin Odysseus
The water carriers (Wasserträgerinnen)
Twenty years ago, I spent a few twilit days in a mountain village in central Italy – I will only mention its noble name to myself. It is a narrow village with dark alleys and a lot of wine bars, on whose ceilings sausages and horse cheeses hang, all mixed up. In front of the village gate there is a spring to which the girls came in the evening to get water.
Is it worth it? (Lohnte es sich?)
One posed each other the question, is this life worth it? Or would it have been better to have never been born? To never have left the darkness down there?