In a Hasidic village in a miserable inn, those present began to tell their fantasies. One demanded money, another a son, the third, a carpenter's bench. When finished, they asked a stranger to tell her beggar imagination. It said: "I wish I were a
powerful reigning monarch on a powerful country. I would that night, while sleeping in my palace, the enemy broke into my land and, before dawn, their riders arrived at the doors of my castle without meeting any resistance. The shock, I would wake up with no time to dress. In Nightgown undertake flight over mountains, rivers and forests, night and day without rest, to get here. That is what I wish.
"But what would win with that desire? "He managed to ask one.
-A nightgown. Story
Walter Benjamin.
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