For a fart. Can a man’s whole life be remembered for a fart? Can the worth of a human life be reduced to a fart? Yes, it can. That is how I remember Giacco: for a fart. Ever since I was a child, my parents quarrelled. “What do you expect from someone like you, from a family where your uncle Giacco, the first thing he did on entering a room was to fart?” That was the final phrase my father used to end every quarrel with my mother. That is how I remember Giacco. I have no other memory of him but this: a fart. In life, everyone gets what he deserves. σκιᾶς ὄναρ ἄνθρωπος "A dream of a shadow is man" ------------ Telegram: De Unamuno Whatsapp: De Unamuno
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