Jacinta knew from the start that this city was a woman, cruel and vain; she learned to fear her and never look her in the eye.

“To truly hate is an art one learns with time.”

“Da taeuscht du dich. Hier liegen die Erinnerungen Hunderter von Menschen, ihre …”

“That afternoon of mist and drizzle, Clara Barcelo stole my heart, my breath, an…”

“Why is it that the less one has to say the more one says it, and in the most po…”