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“A muddled hallucination in which Irene was taking a poodle called Extra for a walk through Lisbon. It started to snow and she opened an umbrella with an ornate handle shaped liked a toucan’s beak. At this point Manuela appeared. She was wearing one of those Cretan dresses from the Minoan civilization, revealing firm breasts with imperious, erect nipples. She walked toward Irene, who was wearing the dog’s collar around her neck but was meowing. A volcano then erupted in the middle of the Tagus (the reds and ochres of the image in my dream mimicked Turner’s Vesuvius in Eruption). Gray ash covered the city, and I woke—in a sweat, confused by this unfathomable dream—to the sound of the telephone.
It was my brother Paul. The loan our father had taken out for the apartment on the rue Lecourbe had another eight years to run, and the bank’s insurance company was refusing to cover for a suicide, since “the suicide of the insured party constitutes grounds for exclusion in the case of real estate.”
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