They call us the people of the chamor — not as insult only, but as an epithet that hides a terrible love. The donkey is the world’s small, stubborn pedagogue: made at twilight on the sixth day, an animal of dusk and margins, neither lion…
They call us the people of the chamor — not as insult only, but as an epithet that hides a terrible love. The donkey is the world’s small, stubborn pedagogue: made at twilight on the sixth day, an animal of dusk and margins, neither lion…