ABSTRACT
The empire underground: the tunneling begins. The earth gives up her worms and shards, old coins, components, ordnance, bone and glass, nails, muscle, hair, flesh, shrivelled bits of string, shoe leather, buttons, jewels, and instruments. And out of these come voices, words, Stenches and scents, and finally desire, pulled like a tooth. It is that or constancy that leads people down to find a history which feels like truth. That baggage of old coins, components, bits of lace and so forth is the kind of thing any refugee brings with them. It is an emblem of the real baggage of those who leave without much deliberation or calculation simply because of what appears as a pressing necessity. The children and teenagers in the jungle at Calais carry something similar. They bring their foreignness with them to squat in the mud of an alien port.
