Red Rot

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Mia Couto on becoming a writer

The sight shattered something inside me. And not just because of its imposing grandeur, but because I realized that I did not know how to see. To watch, a certain type of silence is needed, almost a devotion; in order to see you need a prior, acknowledged blindness.

from Granta

3:18 p.m. - 2014-12-11

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