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230 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2018
най-ценният метал в Албания е свободата
цялото село знае
Мураш искаше син, ама му се роди момиче
Много бих искал да дойдеш при мен и да си кажем истината в очите, както правехме като деца. Истината или дързостта? По-слабите избираха истината, защото се страхуваха от дързостта. Сега разбирам, че по-смелият избор винаги е бил истината. Дързостта беше за лъжците, за страхливците, маскирани зад смелостта. За тези, които предпочитат вместо да кажат истината, да скочат в реката, да избягат или да убият.
мисля си колко винаги е по-лесно да предложиш чай, вместо да започнеш да говориш за важните неща, вместо да предизвикаш живота и да приемеш, че не си толкова силен, на колкото се правиш

„Лъжата като червей“, която се повтаря постоянно във втората част и „Окото на смока е кука, любима, окото на смока е ухо“
„Когато една майка мълчи, тя знае, когато една майка знае, тя пере.“
„В това легло, завити в памучни водорасли, почти будни в изригването на вулкана от възглавницата и почти спящи в насладата от докосването на двете тела, станали едно, това едно тяло се докосва само и това му е достатъчно.“
the road twists like a water snake, the bus rocks my body as though somebody in it has died, I hear an unfamiliar song on the radio, man is a sorry being, he thinks he can outrun his life, once caught in its jaws there's no running, I am one of those people born without a gender and without a place, I was lucky to remain alive, my name means she who lived, she who remained alive, she who saved herself, nonsense, it's all made up, I am my father's biggest lie, the artics on the road measure out the circles of my hell, if the bus were to veer into the ditch on the side of the road I could take a breather from myself, from my thoughts, which are relentless, a bird crashes into the bus window, the bus is stopped by a conductor, he climbs on board to check if anybody's travelling without a ticket, I hand him mine, it's been punched too many times but he lets me ride on anyway, so I continue towards the place where I'm headed, towards the place where I supposedly belong, home is where your wings got clipped
out of all of us, the pigeons, me, my mother and my brother, my father loved the Kanun most of all it's why he always made sure everything went according to its rules, when he came to tell us my brother had run away, he'd already tied the black armband around his upper arm, I can still see his eyes, proud but broken, in two days my mother had to survive my brother, my father and Bekija, but it's not like anyone ever asked her how she felt about anything
Nevertheless, things aren't quite so simple, sister. I will endeavour to make you understand that everything you did to become 'daddy's boy' was for naught and that the Kanun is nothing but a fable shrouding you in a delusion of security. It will never truly free you.
I've been thinking a lot about forgiveness lately.
I think our souls find peace when we are able to show forgiveness to one another.