Lo disponemmo su due strofinacci, e mangiammo quel che avevamo, insieme, come fosse sempre possibile allestire una mensa, tra esseri umani, persino tra esseri umani stipati in uno spazio destinato alle merci, segregati in un carro merci. Si diventa amici così, nella segregazione.

-Rosella Postorino

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