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192 pages, Paperback
First published April 28, 2003
"Sometimes it can be really quiet all around but inside everything starts screaming very loud, and you just want to scream yourself or kick something or spit or bounce off the walls or something.
Sometimes I feel so big inside that I don't seem to fit."
"I have to go out. I have to do something, right now. My room is too small. It's afternoon again, and it's always the same. Too much the same, too small. Not just my room but this whole house, this town. I can't breathe here any more.
I get on my bike and ride -- away from our house, fast, down the streets, away, faster, right out to the country roads. I ride and the cold rips my skin off with its claws. I get a cramp in my side. That's good. I'm freezing my ass off. That's good, too, because I can feel it all. I'm not hibernating like the other marmots any more. My heart is beating faster as I pump my way up the hill."
"I imagine what it would be like to just stand up, maybe grab my coat. Walk past the other desks, chairs, idiots who I've never exchanged so much as tow words with... Stand up and use my legs. Look, outside, there's a world that exists between 8am and noon. Outside there's life to taste and smell, and in winter it's cold. Then i just keep going. Leave this small town and go out through the fields and through one small village after another, even farther than I've gone on my bike. And maybe then I'll get on a train and keep going even farther. And maybe I'll get to some place that looks nice and I'll get off. And then maybe I'll stay there."
