He leído las palabras que aquel día grabaste en unas hojas frente a un río. Dejaste atrás la puerta de madera tan gruesa como el cosmos, subiste los peldaños de la entrada y encaraste el ascenso de su Torre. Pasaste dentro, te sorprendió el aire acristalado, llenos tus ojos blancos del rumor de la hierba brotando en cada piedra. (Azautre)
During the Second World War, a shortage of postcards and envelopes on the front meant that Russian soldiers developed their own self-contained triangular letter. They were never sealed, as they had to pass through censors before being delivered to their destination.
"The letters of Yakov Lazirovich Ashurov from Azerbaijan. He was born in Baku in 1924, joined up at the age of seventeen, was killed at Stalingrad in 1942. His letters to his parents survived in the Iranian Tat (Juhuri) language, related to Persian and Kurdish, of the Caucasian Mountain Jews as well as in biblical Hebrew." (This is the way the Soviets always folded their mail. rw)