Old News
Five years ago, Denpasar, big crossroads. I’m going back to my guesthouse on some kind of small private bus; it’s around midday and a guy staggers between the cars selling newspapers in the scorching heat. I’m half moved to piety and half excited in seeing that he is selling also a not-so-widespread newspaper from my city in northern Italy! Incredible! So I buy one for the lavish sum of three dollars, of course – just to discover, unpacking the cellophane, that it was exactly two years old.
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