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‘Many years ago I read a book that was set in An­dorra and it in­tro­duced to me a no­tion of that coun­try that re­mained in my mind, so that when I was com­pelled by cir­cum­stances to be­gin my life again in some new place, I knew im­me­di­ately where I wanted to go. And it was not dif­fi­cult to get there, the world be­ing how it is these days, and I went; I left be­hind all that I needed to leave be­hind. Which is to say ev­ery­thing. It is re­mark­able, the ease with which one can change one’s life, if one wants, or needs, to. Yet of course I didn’t ac­tu­ally change my life. I am liv­ing the same life, only in a dif­fer­ent coun­try. An­dorra’s dra­matic to­pog­ra­phy makes it un­ap­proach­able by air, so I ar­rived via train from Paris, hav­ing flown that far. As a gen­eral rule — and I am afraid I am the kind of per­son who be­lieves in gen­eral rules — I like to ar­rive in new places by train. There is some­thing about lit­er­ally cross­ing borders, travers­ing fron­tiers, watch­ing the coun­try­side hurtle by the win­dow …’


AN­DORRA (1997)

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