El 17 de noviembre de 1790 nació el matemático alemán August Moebius, que diera grandes aportes a la ciencia, con importantes implicaciones para la visión de la realidad, como es el caso de la llamada Banda de Moebius, de la que pueden saber en la referencia indicada. Lejos de ser matemático, sin embargo, supe de ella en mis tiempos universitarios, y leí un interesante cuento de Julio Cortázar titulado “Anillo de Moebius”, incluido en su libro Queremos tanto a Glenda (1980). Intenté una microficción que juega con las implicaciones de este descubrimiento científico.

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On November 17, 1790 was born the German mathematician August Moebius, who made great contributions to science, with important implications for the vision of reality, as is the case of the so-called Moebius Band, which you can learn about in the indicated reference. Far from being a mathematician, however, I learned about it in my university days, and then I read an interesting short story by Julio Cortázar entitled "Moebius Ring", included in his book Queremos tanto a Glenda (1980). I attempted a microfiction that plays with the implications of this scientific discovery.

Al voltear su rostro, volvía a encontrarlo. Era siempre el mismo o el otro de él mismo.
Si deslizaba su mano por el borde de su cuerpo, desde la cabeza hasta su pie, retornaba en este a aquella.
Parándose frente al espejo, podía ver su nuca y su espalda.
Si recorría el ala derecha de su casa, terminaba en el ala izquierda.
Contemplaba la calle desde su ventana, y esta era su ojo que le miraba
y auscultaba su pensamiento.

Despertó del sueño. No recordaba quién era ni su nombre. Buscó su documento de identidad, y leyó: Moebius Suibeom. Soñó que despertaba.

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When he turned his face, he found it again. It was always the same or the other of himself.
If he slid his hand along the edge of his body, from his head to his foot, he would return to that one.
Standing in front of the mirror, he could see the back of his neck and his back.
If he walked along the right wing of his house, he ended up in the left wing.
He contemplated the street from his window, and this was his eye that looked at him and auscultated his thoughts.

He awoke from sleep. He did not remember who he was or his name. He looked at his identity card, and read: Moebius Suibeom. He dreamt that he woke up.

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