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125 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1974
He sat in a stuffy carriage of passenger train No. 96 and looked out into the endless darkness of the August night. But there was nothing to be seen. The rectangular, soot-covered pane reflected only the troubled features of his own face, so tormented that they seemed foreign to him. Had he been able at that moment to draw out of the darkness which enveloped everything around him some image of his childhood, some vanished face or long-forgotten voice, he could have more easily understood his sudden decision to die in his homeland. But he could not recall anything. There was no longer any response.
Then he thought that perhaps everything was not yet lost; if he lived every coming moment to the fullest, as if it were his last, his only, breath, then perhaps he would convince himself that he had lived – really lived!