What would you need the most, if - and don't say that will never happen to you! - if you was a refugee, somewhere, abandoned in some transit camp? A knife? No! A spoon! To eat. Just to eat - everything looks like soup, there. A truth told by Primo Levi in some pages of his book 'if this is a man', and told to me by a friend of mine, Hungarian refugee after the 56 Soviet invasion, an heard again from a Khmer Rouges' camp survivor. About a spoon, a black tale, a deep black fantastic comedy taking place on a New Year's Eve.
