. . . and Vaclav's special new shoes with the lights on the heels and the Velcro everywhere, because in America no one, not even small children, has time to tie his own shoes, and everything must have flashing lights.
Haley TannerForse è sempre così. Forse c'è sempre uno dei due che vuole di più. Forse arriva per tutti il momento in cui ci si rende conto di aver involontariamente mentito dicendo ti amo, mi manchi, sei bella, sei la più bella, non vorrei mai che te ne andassi. Forse quel momento passa e tutto torna vero, vero quanto hai sempre pensato che fosse. O forse non passa. Se il momento passa, sarebbe saggio decidere di aspettare con calma. Se non passa, allora forse non bisognerebbe aspettare: bisognerebbe trovare un'altra persona alla quale si possono dire quelle cose senza mentire. Ma forse succede sempre, chiunque si cerchi di amare, nel qual caso si può benissimo restare dove si è, perché con chiunque altro si ripeterebbe lo stesso processo. (Pag. 163, Cose da salvare in caso d'incendio)
Haley TannerVaclav has said goodnight to Lena every night since the night she went away. Out loud. In a whisper. [...] He filled the words with all his love and care and worry for Lena and launched them out to her, and like homing pigeons, he trusted them to find her.
Haley TannerLena's real mom, Emily, knew that this was not the truth, but she also knew that Vaclav was not lying.
Vaclav knew that he was telling the truth.
Lena knew that it was a lie, but she loved it and believed it, like a fairy tale, like a song, like a bedtime story, like a magic trick.
She loved Vaclav until it became the truth and so it was.
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Lena sapeva che era una bugia, ma le piaceva tanto e ci credette, come se fosse stata una favola, una canzone, una storia della buona notte, un trucco di magia. Amò Vaclav finché diventò verità, e verità fu.
Haley TannerDecide di dare una risposta falsa, perché lo imbarazza dire che cosa salverebbe davvero da un incendio. La cosa che davvero salverebbe in caso d'incendio è Lena.
Haley TannerLei, in prigione, gli mandò un ultimo messaggio per dirgli che era incinta, di te. Il messaggio diceva: Saremo insieme, nelle stelle, nell'erba, nel cemento, nel suono degli alberi di notte, in nostra figlia. Lui le mandò un ultimo messaggio. Diceva: Ti amo. Ho vissuto la vita più bella che si potesse mai vivere. Loro non possono portarci via niente; abbiamo avuto tutto.
Haley TannerMaybe this is how it always is. Maybe someone always wants more. Maybe everyone has a time when they realise that they've been accidentally lying when they say I love you, I miss you, you're pretty, you're the prettiest one, I never want you to leave. Maybe this time ends and it all becomes true again, as true as you ever thought it was. Maybe this time does not end. If this time ends, it would be a smart decision to wait it out. If it does not end, then perhaps you should not wait, and you should find another person to whom you can say these things without lying. But perhaps it always happens, no matter which girl or boy you are trying to love, in which case you might as well stay where you are because you would repeat the same process with anyone else.
Haley TannerLena is sure that other people don't have many selves. She is terrified that she doesn't have a core self, an essential Lena. She feels that she used to but that she lost it along the way, that at some point it became buried, suffocated, and died, because when she looks beneath the chattering of the selves, nothing is there. Maybe the fractured feeling is taking hold because something is dead inside her, or missing.
Haley TannerShe is not ok. She feels something, and it is bad. She feels as if she has unzipped herself from her belly button to her throat and found nothing inside. The feeling is like reaching for an orange and finding it hollow, rotted out, giving sickly beneath your fingers.
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