Se lever, faire sa toilette et puis attendre quelque
variété imprévue de cafard ou d’effroi.
—Cioran

The exploits of Spain’s so-called ‘sexy army’ (ejército sexy) in the former Caribbean colony of Gauloise are unknown to the immense majority of human beings—to all in fact except A., who wrote this new chapter in military and colonial history shortly before waking one morning. While the substance of these undertakings was only sketchily evoked and rapidly disposed with by the dream machine, he nevertheless had the opportunity to briefly visit the island in question, most notably the embarcadero (he distinctly remembered the word on awakening), where he was instructed to take a ticket for the port of Churchill while being insistently and shamelessly caressed by a pneumatic brunette sporting diaphanous silver tunic, wedge-heeled gladiator sandals and Bella Darvi make-up. (more…)