It is a scene that is repeated under the eye of the Souffleur: a crossroads where a street lamp marks the time of night. The Woman waits. The Cop is on the prowl. The Poet returns after a failed attempt to take off. Here, being outside or being inside, in the open air or in a cell, merge into one and the same concentration camp reality…. We offer you the full version of this reading.
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Kossi Efoui (Togo): “The crossroads”
