Paper was forbidden, so this boy’s brother taught him to write with twigs on the sand, and later he managed to write his deepest feelings and hopes in microscopic writing on a pack of cards, as their father did not stop them playing cards.

‘Scribbling in the sand of the yard with a little piece of kindling wood, I was fascinated, and felt the world was being reborn, like the savannah after the rains.’

Source: Mia Couto, The Tuner of Silences, trans. David Brookshaw (Biblioasis, 2012 (2009)), p. 37-38

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