[dream] in the kitchen of my childhood home, mailed to the stove, Grandma stirs stewing meat in cast iron casserole. Large brown chunks of meat, big bone. We are emerging from a van which faces the wide gate gray cloud of Pere Lachaise cemetery. She turns to me and said: "Two to three meters around, the townspeople gather in the evening, and eat the bodies unburied, during a great feast " ... [/ Dream]
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