had I bought the book when I first encountered it at an outdoor sale… never mind. At least, I acquired a copy for less than twenty-five euro. I wasn’t about to pay out eighty-six euro for the privilege of a bilingual (Latin-French) edition of Barbatus the small dog using his investigative skills to solve the murder of the old tavern keeper. I haven’t met Barbatus yet. Something tells me his sniffing skills must make him a kin to at least two other imaginary canines: Inspecteur Magret and Milo the Talking Dog (both unknowns to the general public, but dearly loved by their familiars). The book should arrive before the end of the month. Will the next story – ah. Yes, of course (a thought just zipped by and told me the imaginary woman’s dog sings as far off-key as she does.)
Note on the topic of singing dogs : Whether in annoyance or delight, my real dog responds to the phone’s five-note signal when a text message comes in. A fairly close imitation (call it a variation and my dog becomes a genius.)
Meanwhile, the things-in-need-of-solving crowd up close again. Before I go there, a brief real-life note concerning rough seas, as in: the boy who cooked a birthday meal for a friend last night made it across the sea after crossing Mali and Algeria, and then being herded onto a rubber dinghy in Libya. The dinghy, designed for eighteen people, held ninety. Instead of taking a day, the crossing took three because they got lost. Food ran out and drinking water was a luxury such as the CEO at Nestlé’s can’t begin to imagine (he’s the man who claims water should be privatized since it’s not an essential, basic human need.)
Last night, we ate and talked. After the meal, we sang and talked some more. The search continues for solutions to legal and administrative hurdles that make Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, crossed with Kafka’s The Trial, appear like basic survival tools in a world that gets curiouser and curiouser all the time.