We can never understand. We can only try, fumbling our way through the tunneled places, reaching for light.

“For a moment I am jealous: He has grown up here, fearless, happy. Perhaps he wi…”

“Are you a girl or a boy?' Liesl was wearing the same thin nightshirt she had be…”

“Another story. We cling tightly to it, and our belief turns it to truth.”

“Me dije que si estaba viva iba a seguir adelante, me olvidaría, sería feliz de …”