Report, if you have a problem with this page“ I am the man who comes and goes between the bar and the telephone booth. Or, rather:that man is called 'I' and you know nothing else about him, just as this station is called only 'station' and beyond it there exists nothing except the unanswered signal of a telephone ringing in a dark room of a distant city. ”
Italo Calvino
From : If on a Winter's Night a Traveler
