Librería Samer Atenea
Kálamo Books
Librería Elías (Asturias)
Librería Kolima (Madrid)
Librería Proteo (Málaga)
There was a long time, or maybe not so long, ormaybe still, where I felt as though I only existed in so far as I existed in the words my red pen scribbled to paper. I jotted down Marisa’s question in the midst of the Circus, absolutely no place for such a thing, 'it’s not everyday you get the chance,' sweat stained paper, 'to write down something as ridiculous as their story,' grinding teeth, 'and be able to call it history,' I wrote, or said, or both? Either way Marisa seemed satisfied with the response. Maybe not. Maybe she didn’t exist the same as I.'