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I am thinking of houses. When you're a child you live in the back of the house and all its secrets are open to you. Whether it was my own house, my grandmothers', relatives' or friends' houses, as a child you go everywhere. The bedrooms, kitchens, the hidden places in the back where people are hanging laundry or cleaning fish or grating coconut in a messy shower of husks and white meat--it's all one. You run everywhere, see everything. But as you get older, things change: you become a guest, you spend more time in living rooms and less in kitchens and and gradually whole areas of the house close off.


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