Dossier 111 – The real measures of the flat Earth

 A children’s room. You can hear a soft melody from a music box. Ninepins and bowls scattered everywhere with colored wooden cubes on the floor. In the meanwhile, a plastic horse tries moving on its wheels toward a blonde little dancer. It is just a playing moment in Gaia’s babyhood. A  chubby, roly-poly hippopotamus is lying down in the mess.  Suddenly you can hear a voice from outside: “Don’t you want to see the spinning top? It’s[…]

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