Darwin´s Tortoise

B ut I imagined her escaping from Darwin´s garden, dragging herself to the chaos of the English Channel, to continue a journey on the continent which would last until today.

I imagined a tortoise who was almost 200 years old, that had lived through eleven popes and thirty five North American presidents, two world wars, the October Revolution and Perestroika. An animal, which, having had to adapt again and again to the most diverse circumstances, evolved until it was almost a person, or even perhaps more than a person.