Heinrich Boll. I can't forget her (№ 443050)

I can't forget her; whenever I emerge for a moment from the whirlpool of everyday life, which, with its constant pressure, almost always keeps me in the abyss of human reality, preventing me from floating to the surface, if I slow down this never-ending, exhausting, truly cruel the race they call life and stop somewhere where I can't hear their stupid cries, as soon as I see her face, so close, so clear...