«And it was so natural to cross the street, climb the steps of the bridge, go onto its thin belt and approach the Maga, smiling and unsurprised, convinced, as was I, that an accidental meeting was the least accidental in our lives, and that the people who make precise arrangements are the same ones that need lined paper to write, or squeeze the tube of toothpaste from the bottom (…) We walked without seeking each other but in the knowledge that we walked in order to find each other»
Julio Cortázar, Rayuela (1963)
Sara Facio’s Photo
