Book: The night in Lisbon

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.

He, apparently, was free from false rules of decency and understood that if a person is hungry, he will eat, even if they suffer nearby, and that this cannot be considered insensitive. If nothing can help another - let the hungry eat bread until it is taken away.

I was happy," he said quickly, lowering his voice. "I was very happy," he repeated, looking away. - And I never thought that you can be so happy.

As elsewhere, I also got acquainted mainly with museums and cathedrals here - not because I loved God or art, but simply because cathedrals and museums did not ask for documents. Before the crucifixion and paintings, it was still possible to remain just a person, and not a subject with dubious documents.

Fear of the police never leaves the expat. Even in a dream. Even when he has nothing to fear.

Knowledge is just a piece of foam, dancing on the wave. Any breeze could blow away, and the wave remained.

If you only knew how frustrating all these philanderers! Worn like a dress! And you're different. You are my heart.

Sighed body, the glare of light trembled on the gold Cup, which raised the priest, and which was the blood of Christ who saved the world. What she brought, the blood? To bloody Crusades, religious fanaticism, the Inquisition, burning witches, killing heretics - all in the name of love of neighbor.

When fully depend on other people, turn into a psychologist, carefully weighing the tiniest detail, although he at that time can barely breathe from the tension, or maybe because of it. One knows nothing about the other, and both act separately, not influencing each other: the genuine fear of genuine pain and extreme thrift, and all have the same goal - salvation.

I never thought, was Elena here correct me. It already didn't matter. We had too many tests and we have nothing left except the desire to survive at any cost.

I taught myself to look at this life as a transition that has nothing to do with my inner self. All were done against my will, and I, as a scientist, beast, only answered that was done. Care kills as well as dysentery, from them it is necessary to stay away...

After all, Hitler was not just another buzz ears - he himself believes that he was the Apostle of peace and that the war was imposed on him by others. And with him believe that fifty million Germans.

Don't you know that the innocence in our century - a crime that is punished the hardest?

... strong countries always blame weak in aggressiveness.