Antes, cuando Venecia no existía (Paperback)

Some of the things we know, we know from behind, from the back. Others we know from the side or the sole of the foot. We think with a knee or elbow. A finger knows something the head doesn’t know. And sometimes, they lead us to the wrong place, or so it seems: a stairway that leads nowhere, or a story that goes in circles. We think we know what direction the path will take, but sometimes we’re wrong.