Letter to my father, Rodrigo Escobar Navia

Translated from the Spanish by Ximena with the precious support from Elizabeth Nash

My father and I, around 1970

Today, the 6th of November in 2020, you would have turned 86. It is not by chance that I find myself here, in this library, reading Borges. How you loved Borges! So much so that I scattered your ashes on the grave of the celebrated argentine, in Geneva’s cimetière des rois. For two years I…