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First published December 4, 2013



On July 25, as I tried to hit letter A, I noticed a slight wart on the pinky of my left hand. On the 27th, it seemed considerably larger. On the third of August, with the help of a jeweller's loupe, I was able to discern its shape. It was a sort of diminutive elephant, te world's smallest elephant, yes, but an elephant complete down to the smallest detail. It was attached to my finger at the end of its little tail. So that, while it was my pinky finger's prisoner, it nevertheless enjoyed freedom of movement except that its locomotion completely depended on my will.
Toward the end of August, it was already a handsome little grey elephant the lenght of my pinky although quite a bit thicker. I played with him all day. At time, i was pleased, to annoy him, to tickle him, to teach him to do somersaults and to jump over tiny obstacles―a match box, a pencil sharpener, an eraser.
There was hardly any traffic, and the reason was clear. Why drive vehicle in such a small town? I could see beautiful vintage cars rolling by like those I sometimes watched as a child in Argentinean streets. But these cars appeared brand new or at least restored to the last detail and repainted with lively colours. I saw a deep red ‘37 Hudson Terraplane, a ‘46 Renault, long and flat and yellow, an enormous white ‘42 Lincoln... What georgeous automobiles!
