Arnon Grunberg

Afternoon

Leg

It has been a while since I saw my horse for the last time. But this afternoon I visited him. He looked good, the weather was fine, it was a perfect day for a rendezvous with my horse.
He was scratching his legs; no, he was eating his legs. “Don’t eat your legs,” I said.
My horse wasn’t listening to me.

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