The Faces

Nadia found her to be impressively tolerant, but she mistook tolerance for indifference. To be intolerant you had to be involved.

Sometimes,’ she said slowly, ‘you do something to another person, and afterwards you’re not the same. You do it in order to save yourself. And what you previously thought was the most important thing in the world isn’t very meaningful anymore.’

The person it takes the most work to love, the one we deep inside find repulsive because she prevents us from
getting by easily.

Her mother always said that people with brown eyes were treacherous. That was one of the false truths that she had never been able to tear herself away from.

‘People always overrate the importance of what they don’t have,’

It’s raining in all the streets

and in my heart as well.

I traveled so far through the world

and yet I found no peace.

Peace meant not existing in other people’s consciousness.

Their backs expressed that intimacy between people that makes words superfluous.

Life consisted of a series of minute, imperceptible events, and you could lose control if you overlooked a single one of them.

Eyes, nose, mouth – that simple triangle – and yet how could it contain such an infinite number of variations?