I Remember – #900

I remember my friend Kane, who would come to my apartment on Turbot Street and read Cortázar’s Hopscotch on the balcony, and smoke and drink cheap red wine.  At the time – forgive me, I was young and stupid – I though reading translated fiction was weird or somehow wrong.

-9 March 2017

This post is part of the I Remember series.

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