without a drink, with the smell of burning flesh on my head, and you're the worst part for me. I don't remember well after that. I wrote to you at the worst moment but I later found out that I was half in wakamba and so I didn't send her. Your book is beautiful. I know it by heart and I had a photograph taken while I read it. I hope the reviews are good. But do not worry. The book is good." Dear Papa, even with a broken kidney, liver, nose, head, you remain my encouraging partner.
Return to the chair. I refilled the glasses. "...I love you more than the moon and the sky and for how long I live. Daughter, how complicated can life become? The two times I died I had only one thought: I don't want to die so as not to sadden Adriana. I have never loved you so much as in the hour of my death."
I lit a cigarette. I watched the smoke rise lightly. Soon he would be back from Africa and I'd finally see him again. But it would be difficult to go back to how it was in the early days. We would never be able to return as calm as in the early days.
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