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MINE Full of terror I write to you from within a nocturnal mineshaft lit by a tiny thimble-like lamp a wagon carefully passes over me it searches my dimensions so as not to hit me and I pretend sometimes to sleep and sometimes that I am darning an old pair of socks for everything around me has strangely aged At home yesterday as I was opening the wardrobe it faded away became dust together with all its clothes the plates break as soon as one touches them I am afraid and I have hidden the knives and forks my hair has become something like tow my mouth has whitened and hurts my arms are stone my legs wooden three children hang around me crying I don't know how it happened and they call me mother I wanted to write to you about our old joys But I have forgotten how to write of happy things Remember me Miltos Sahtouris trans. Vasili Stavropoulos %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%