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At that time I was working at the city of Morio’s Museum Bureau.~
Because I was an eighteenth-grade official, I was near the bottom of the office hierarchy and my salary was only a pittance, but my duties—collecting and cataloguing specimens—were things I had loved since birth, so I worked each day with great delight. In particular, the city of Morio was then converting its racecourse into a botanical garden, and a broad tract of land ringed with acacias, ticket booths and signal huts still attached, was transferred to our bureau. Under the title of night watchman, I therefore moved alone into the guardhouse with a small gramophone I had bought on instalments and about twenty records. In the former horse stall I built a little partition of boards and kept a single goat. Every morning I milked her, soaked cold bread in the milk and ate it; then I placed a few documents and magazines in my black leather bag, polished my shoes until they shone, strode across the poplar shadows lining the avenue, and headed to the city office.
Ah, the clear winds of Ihatovo, the blue sky cool even in summer, the city of Morio adorned with lovely forests, and on its outskirts the dazzling waves of grass.

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