...urtroom, he’ll give him a sentence of about fifteen years. At about twenty-five, he will fall prey to one of those deadly prison diseases. He will be... ...ace. “This last one I’ll call goodbye,” he said while handing me the flute. “A memento. I’m going back to the lady who stole my heart. Never 23 t... ...ouldn’t have. If she was miserable wherever she was then that was a good thing. Maybe misery will finally open her eyes and her heart.’ She remem... ... open her eyes and her heart.’ She remembered the moments they shared. Moments so precious they were forever printed in their heart. As kids they ... ...gers and say ‘There he goes’ when I passed them in my black B.M.W. I pitied them back then. Now I don’t. Now I laugh at them at heart. Their syst... ...I want to choke her again. They were copulating in the lounge of our house. The love and the hate I had for her crashed in my heart, or my head, o... ...life. The timelessness feeling. The lack of hastiness. The hunger. The poverty. The dry seasons. The wet seasons. The pain. The diseases. The genuin...