Back in the dark ages of our collective memory, so far back we have no idea how to recall it, somebody stood up, made a first step, and began talking. Walking, talking—it’s all the same. Language and words appeared on Earth where there had been undifferentiated din, the noise of waves and wind, falling stones, groans. At first, just one language emerged. Then diversity. Languages are born, and they die, but most of all, they get married. They respect or detest each other, they either enrich each other or they kill each other.
The word totem belongs to the Algonkian family of aboriginal languages, but in the twentieth century the Indo-European family of languages borrowed it. Then there’s “OK”, two simple letters in a universal vocabulary that will probably never be complete.

ENTER!