The French cineaste seconded a pillow for the
Uruguayan lighting designer, somewhere between
Amritsar and Delhi. An hour or two later, two beefy
Looking Indians marched down the corridor, in search
Of the missing pillow. Now concealed behind the
Uruguayan. They dragged the Frenchman away,
Correctly suspecting him of committing the crime.
The Frenchman didn’t buckle, held his nerve, denied
All knowledge, covered his tracks. They let him go.
The pillow remains, forever, officially missing.
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