#131

“'I remember a fellow employee's once noting in an encyclopaedia the name of a certain Jorge Luis Borges – a fact that set him wondering at the coincidence of our identical names and birth dates. Now and then during these years, we municipal workers were rewarded with gifts of a two-pound package of maté, to take home. Sometimes, in the evening, as I walked the ten blocks to the tramline, my eyes would be filled with tears. These small gifts from above always underlined my menial and dismal existence'” (id, 106).