Erich Maria Remarque. The night in Lisbon (№ 423647)

I met him in the Louvre, at the Impressionist paintings, where I spent whole evenings. It was comforting. When I stood in front of the quiet, sun-filled landscapes, I could not believe that the two-legged creature who created all this could at the same time prepare a robbery war. I couldn't believe it. And these illusions for an hour, or two, lowered the mad blood pressure.