Arquivo

“The first time I ever stepped into the Courthouse in Paris, I was twenty. 6999 doors, 3150 windows and 24 kilometres of corridors, according to the legend. On the nights when I had to stay late awaiting a verdict, I would step away from the lights and sink into darker and darker corridors. I would hear rumblings coming from deep down. I had the feeling that the House was alive and it appeared to be moving. Its impending removal hastens my return. From its maze of passages and my encounters, from its lurking stories, the portrait of an abstraction emerges piece by piece: justice”

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