Thursday, September 11.
The start. Heelless slippers. From the outset I found much discomfort, screwing up my toes in vain.
I walked. That is my only objective — to keep going. There is no longer day or night for me. One single thing
to do: to
arrive.
— Michel Vieuchange, Smara, the Forbidden City (E.P. Dutton,
1932)