“The more I live, the more clearly I see: the earth pulsates with blood, like the human body. If it lives for a long time without war or revolution, it performs bloodletting on itself, as if this roughly, generously flowing blood can cleanse it of dirt. Pouring out from her black, chopped body, to wash everything that rots and stinks. But this is an illusion. This is what we say to console ourselves..."