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There is no more atmosphere at the altitude he will be lifted to. He will be standing at the doors of his capsule, literally at the line that separates what belongs to Earth and what belongs to the universe. And what if he gets it wrong by a few meters and the universe carries him higher, so high that he starts floating somewhere toward the stars?

"In the meantime, in one way or another, many "smaller" deaths happened or were at least predicted. The death of family, the death of ideology, the death of religion, the death of art, the death of children's innocence, the death of life's merriment... Life as we know it today is run by two powerful gears: that of obligations and fear. Looked at from this perspective, the end of the world has actually already occurred."

He gets out of the bus, looks at me in a gentle and focused way and—you’ve guessed it—in a very spontaneous way, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, he takes the umbrella out of my hand and lifts it a bit so we can both squeeze under it. Then we head on to my place and I breathe in his perfume mixed with the smell of rain. Twenty years of marriage follow where so many things worth mentioning happened that I simply don’t know where to start, so I’m just not going to mention them at...

“And that is the exact same young generation that I can’t stand today. They are too loud. Arrogant. They don’t see the point in anything. They’re aggressive. They either step on the side of the nation, without any criticism, or on America’s side of which they actually know nothing. They stare into their things and don’t read books. But the worst thing is that they’re young and like all young people they think they’ve acquired all the knowledge in the world and that they are the ones who need to...

Of course, being from the Balkans,we instantly asked her about the woman sleeping on the bench below, under the window of her office. Only then did Mrs. Synnøve start apologizing and explaining that they had offered the woman everything they could: an apartment, money, pension, a job … But she didn’t want any of it. She only wanted to remain a tramp, live on the street and beg passersby for change and later insult them. “That is her story and there is nothing we can do about it,” the mayor...

I am sorry, mother, that nothing that would be worthy of your superior gift for the theatrical happened to me today. The world may never see the quality of your pale face wrapped in a deep black color. The blackness that would make everybody in the auditorium quiet or maybe moan.