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“If this story was a stack of photographs—the old kind, rounded at the corners and kept in albums under the glass and lace doilies of center tables in parlors across the country— it would start with Vivek’s father, Chika. The first print would be of him riding a bus to the village to visit his mother; it would show him dangling an arm out of the window, feeling the air push against his face and the breeze entering his smile.”
― Akwaeke Emezi, The Death of Vivek Oji

“Somewhere, you see, in the river of time, I am already alive.”
― Akwaeke Emezi, The Death of Vivek Oji

“Nadie te prepara para un duelo, ni todos los libros tris­tes que llevaba una década leyendo de manera enfermiza.”
― Gabriela Wiener, Huaco retrato

“Un museo no es un cementerio, aunque se parezca mucho.”
― Gabriela Wiener, Huaco retrato