Después de pescar fondeo mi bote solitario entre las cañas, descorcho una botella nueva de vino y abro un paquete de pescado en conserva. Desde que me hice pescador en los bancos del Kiang y del Tsé, hace ya más de veinte años mis manos nunca se han unido en oración.

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