One day J said to Sandra, Know something? There’s a radio still playing in that Parchís palace, a laborer left it on by accident. I’ve heard that when nomads pass by the grounds they hear a foreign voice reverberating around the empty rooms, and when the wind blows in the right direction they continue to hear it for many miles. I don’t believe it, says Sandra. Well, it’s true, he says. By the way, I saw that Journey to Italy’s on again, a late-night showing. Shall we? After a moment’s thought, Sandra says, No, sounds boring.