Status Updates From The Summer Book

“Is it true you were born in the eighteen-hundreds?” Sophia yelled through the window.
“What of it?” Grandmother answered, very distinctly. “What do you know about the eighteen- hundreds?”
“Nothing, and I’m not interested, either,” Sofia shouted and ran away.

“An island can be dreadful for someone from outside. Everything is complete, and everyone has his obstinate, sure and self-sufficient place. Within their shores, everything functions according to rituals that are as hard as rock from repetition, and at the same time they amble through their days as whimsically and casually as if the world ended at the horizon”