Encontra is a city of many. It is a city which is everywhere, it is arrived at only on the occasions when many people are in the same place; populous places are Encontra. It is a city which exists in the mind as well as between minds. Encontra is given shape by the exchange of some words, and its territory is formed by the relation of false notes and adversarial relations, or good humour and spirit; each exchange paves and re-paves the roads of Encontra.

Encontra wants to be in its best interest a happy city. Its citizens are told that the water flowing in the aqueducts deep beneath the city is of a pure and refreshing quality, and the citizens are filled with pride by this, although no one has ever seen anything other than the animated filth slowly flowing down its rivers and canals. When people speak about Encontra they try to recount it as a happy place of conviviality, however they know deep down that at the heart of Encontra there lies a certain irreverence, even a misanthropic attitude. Encontra’s people know too well the power of their words, they know that the fabric of Encontra is contained between these relations: one wrong word, taken too far, and it all falls apart.