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While the waterdrops from the high-tech German shower above the swimming pool in Hotel «Atlanta» dripped down his face like a myriad kaleidoscopes, Santa Lemusa's supreme secret agent Hektor Maille realised that from then on, everything would be different. What had until then seemed to be a more-or-less logical succession of events suddenly presented itself in the form of a partially consumed piece of cake. The story seemed to have split into single events, its sense scattered into fragments of meaning. A thread was torn and its tattered end now threatened to whip into the present many things that that had crept along at an innocuous and leisurely pace through the past.

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