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With the baby on my back I am hiking toward my own past (it’s a backpack I like to carry: a breathing, babbling, sleeping weight that does not pull me down, as if for my benefit it had made a pact with gravity). It is good to travel on foot, step by step, toward the place my own babyhood. In the end it is as if I were stepping into a clearing: relieved, I stand in front of a house that feels neither foreign nor familiar. This moment promises nothing, and so (after some astonishment) I can confidently turn back (perhaps that is the spirit of all babies, that they accompany us to the places where we imagine our secrets might be hidden, but where we no longer find them).