1 She sent the car for me. That’s what you say, isn’t it? The car. The chauffeur merits no special mention. Well, so she sent the car for me. His... Read More
1 After his wife had left to take the children to school, Ernest Fabià sat down in his pyjamas at the formica kitchen table where they had eaten breakfast and... Read More
1 You never quit smoking. You give up for a while. Days, months, years. But you never quit completely. Cigarettes are always there, lying in wait. Sometimes they appear in... Read More
I know that one must kill, yes but kill who… Homero Expósito, 1976 Some days the side of the bed is like the edge of an enormous abyss. Day in,... Read More
1 When this story begins, in April 1942, in a Europe cast into fire and bloodshed by Adolf Hitler's War, Payerne, a fair-sized market town on the edge of the... Read More
1 They took possession of the house in the middle of the night. Any other family would have seen it as a new start. The first morning of a new... Read More
1 I opened the fridge and stood there for a moment with my hand still on the door, bathed in the cold light, gazing blankly at the illuminated shelves. Only... Read More
1 “When you were born I was just coming…” “I don’t believe you,” said Rosa, laughing, “you can’t possibly remember something like that…” There were fifteen years between them. Rosa... Read More
1 Ninoshvili’s letter has made me curiously uneasy. It’s ridiculous, but I felt something like a presentiment of disaster at the mere sight of the dingy grey envelope when I... Read More
