Chapter 15 sat for two hundred and one years

At the door of the store, an old man with white hair sat motionless. Leaning on crutches... staring at the church in front of him. The sun clock of the church has disappeared in the dim sky... The date of construction is written on the wall... a certain month in 1798... The old man has probably been sitting there since then... The little girl in the alley was wearing silver ornaments all over her body, and the young man beside her was cursing Xiao Xixi's motorcycle, like a moth staring at a torch, circling round and round in a hurry... He is like the hero in a Marquis novel, another ignorant traveler.

[Chronicle of Predicting Death...] He suddenly remembered that novel... Variations of Bolero are playing in the store, three beats and three beats..., the instrumental music is added more and more, it is difficult to really calm down in the warm air in the afternoon... The old man moved his feet and realized that he was still alive. The little girl on the street corner stared at him quietly...[It really looks like the Virgin Mary, she is the pure people of God, in such a promised land...] Going to FELANITX, a small town called PROOERES... He thought... he should sit down here, like the old man beside him...

Like the church in front of it... One sitting... for two hundred and one years.A small island in the Mediterranean...