DESERT TALES

When I opened the door that I discovered by chance in the basement of our mansion when I was a child, years later, these were the things that desert hiding: women who committed suicide with grace, victims who seemed ordinary but were armed with striking secrets, combative knights, restless circus acrobats, executioners whose souls and bodies changed, strange people sentenced to a marble city, guides who accumulate destinies, cursed long-distance captains, wandering storytellers who extract living bodies from their stories... But most importantly, the heroes of the journey to the library at the other end of the desert: the grumpy old writer in love with Raskolnikov, the dog Marlowe, the hero of the strangest stories, his past is adorned with the most attractive souls. little Abdullah... and me, who for some reason has made it my duty to convey these magical lines "there is no room for humility"...