Shepherds and Computers. Kirmen Uribe

Variations on Literature and Fractals.

We stopped in Soria. I was a boy. We went to see the church of Santo Domingo in Soria. But my father didn’t go in. He stayed outside the church, talking to a man sitting in the porch. My father always used to say that rather than the churches themselves, he got more out of meeting the people who came to the church door. My mother, my brothers and I went in and when we came out, the two men were still talking. I found it strange to see my father in conversation with a man like that: I couldn’t help wondering what a fisherman and that old man who had only seen seas of wheat could find to talk about.