A shop filled with shelves filled with boxes and packages, a thousand coloured things on sale.
Next to me, a guy.
"Choose your gift," the guy says to me. "Just pick the thing you like, up to 15 Euro, I pay."
I stand and look, take things out of the shelves, turn them in my hand, put them back, until I find what I want: a pencil. In white. For 1 Euro.
"A pencil?!" the guy says.
I nod. And smile.

(A piece of a dream, May 2005, Mallorca)

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