I turned to discover the faint smile of the bookseller's
niece. Her voice was pure crystal, transparent and so fragile I feared that her words would break if I interrupted them.

“A háborúnak nincs emlékezete, mivel senkinek sincs bátorsága ahhoz, hogy megért…”

“...a man who invented his life story day after day.”

“Numa ocasião ouvi um cliente habitual comentar na livraria do meu pai que pouca…”

“Per un attimo, pensai che l'unico vero fantasma è l'assenza causata dalla perdi…”