Another good fragment from the book I'm reading now:
"I know what it means when somebody is leaving you. A week you are dying, the next week it hurts, then you are forgetting and then it seems to you that nothing was happened with you, that it was not with you, and finally you let things rip. And you are talking to yourself: “Dingo, this is life, that’s how it works”. That’s HOW this silly life works! It is as if something is not lost forever…"
