#Nome

Quando la morte taglia tutti i legami, resta sempre il nome -J.M. Coetzee   La luce fredda del neon le trafisse le pupille. Dapprima non riuscì a distinguere il luogo in cui si trovava.

“This personal day, a terrible day, the day to which his entire sojourn has been tending. It is the day he realizes that there are no untroubled countries in this fearfully troubled world that if he has been preparing himself for anything in Europe, he has been preparing himself- for America” J.