Person to whom the cure of this crying is as yet unknown.
Ranti Fadilahje citiraoпре 6 месеци
Flustered, she takes its swaddled self into her arms.
Ranti Fadilahje citiraoпре 6 месеци
I hold nothing dear. Not the place where I live, not the door I pass through every day, not even, damn it, my life.
Ranti Fadilahje citiraoпре 6 месеци
ointment applied to a swelling, like gauze laid over a wound.
Ranti Fadilahje citiraoпре 6 месеци
ointment applied to a swelling, like gauze laid over a wound.
Sophie Servinoje citiraoпре 7 месеци
Don’t die. For God’s sake don’t die.
Sophie Servinoje citiraoпре 7 месеци
At times my body feels like a prison, a solid, shifting island threading through the crowd. A sealed chamber carrying all the memories of the life I have lived and the mother tongue from which they are inseparable.
Sophie Servinoje citiraoпре 7 месеци
Certain objects appear white in the darkness.
Sophie Servinoje citiraoпре 7 месеци
There was no snow covering it, no soot-streaked ice. The buildings had been smashed to pieces, literally pulverized
Sophie Servinoje citiraoпре 7 месеци
Why do old memories constantly drift to the surface here in this unfamiliar city?