Joana didn’t even know his name . . . She hadn’t wanted to know it, she had told him: I want to know you through other sources, seek your soul along other paths; I desire nothing of your life that has passed, not even your name, not even your dreams, not even the story of your suffering; the mystery explains more than the light; you will not ask anything about me either; I am Joana, you are a body living, I am a body living, nothing more.
