Borges in Switzerland

Rocamadour's uncle is an untiring adventurer of literature. A few days ago, he told me that he went to visit Dufour Square (or Dubourg, no one knows) in Geneva, and I couldn't resist the temptation. Today, I took a train and went straight there, to see that place of concrete and four floors.

According to a researcher, this is the place where Jorge Luis Borges' father sent his only son to a brothel. The researcher reached this conclusion thanks to some lines from the famous story "The Other" and remnants of city archives.

The truth is that nothing remains now, the concrete is the same. Shops selling trinkets, and people catching buses (or coffee) to who knows where. I stayed for a while, looking for some window, although in reality, I was aware of what I was doing: nothing.

"How funny that the most famous blind man in literature (as Cachín repeats), descended for the first time to carnal pleasures in one of these houses," I said to myself before leaving.

Nothing remains of the square in my memory. Perhaps just the confirmation that no event is truly relevant, and no one is truly important.