One calendar was thick and had rough, removable pages; the second was formatted and glazed like a poster. The first one hung in a central room, in a visible place, right by a wood buming stove; the second one in a water closet, on the right side of its toilet. The first one was respectahle, having 265 pages, and under every datę a pithy saying; the second one caughf one’s eye out of sheer boredom, a half-naked girl, always the same one, every month. The first one was taken out of the life of my grandparents, every day, day by day, without holiday breaks or weekends; the second one forecast the coming two decades, weird digits formed an unfamiliar labyrinth. The first one is unrecoverable past; second one is comingtrue...