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Il est tard, ça fait plus de vingt heures que je n’ai pas dormi et ce cross de 30 kilomètres en chaussures de ski dans la boue des sentiers cévenols n’a pas contribué à me reposer. J’ai sommeil. Mails il faut que je continue d’écrire. Ce que j’ai à dire est important et nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
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Une prison labyrinthique italienne et imaginaire, dessinée par Piranese,  où il n'est pas rare que des détenus (eux aussi Italiens et imaginaires) se perdent pour toujours.

Un détenu d’une trentaine d’années s’est perdu dans sa cellule de la maison d’arrêt de Besançelles (Doubs). L’homme, qui manquait à l’appel depuis deux jours, a été retrouvé par une brigade cynophile de l’administration pénitentiaire. Il a expliqué qu’il avait tourné « un poil trop à droite après le lavabo » pour regagner son lit, empruntant ainsi par inadvertance un chemin qu’il connaissait mal. ♦

Giovanni Battista Piranesi, Le Carceri d’Invenzione (1745-1750) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

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