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267 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2011
'Do you love her?'
'I love you, and I want to spend my life with you.' Luka speaks like someone who has passed his problems along to somebody else, and doesn't have to worry about anything anymore, because someone else will take care of everything, and he can go back to playing with his friends without a care in the world. To build sand castles, even though Makarska has no sandy beaches. Play water polo. Or football. Or paint. Just to be himself. [p.151]
'Dora.'
Luka is already counting: one, two, three, four ... and Dora quickly finds the way behind the reception desk, and presses her body against his, lays her mouth on his mouth and whispers softly to him: 'You are my prince, don't fall asleep, you are my prince, only mine, stay with me, look at me, look into my eyes. I'm here, everything's all right, it's over, everything is fine, my prince.' Luka sinks into the swivel chair beside him as if he has no muscles. No will. As if he were one of those old, holey air mattresses that are always turning up in unexpected places at the hotel, left behind by their departed owners. Luka's eyes are closed and his breathing is laboured. Some things in life a person can't ever be prepared for. He feels Dora's head on his stomach, her arm around his waist, but oxygen is in short supply at the moment, so he keeps sitting there, motionless. He feels the pressure of her body, and it's strange and wonderful at the same time, and he wants to keep her here and push her away at the same time. He opens one eye, he has no strength for anything more, and sees her in front of him, on her knees, her long hair in his lap, and the happiness overwhelms him and crushes him at the same time. He hears her murmur, her voice doesn't quite reach him, but it might be the word 'prince' that leaves her mouth. He lays his hand on her hair. [pp.138-9]