Book: Tenth

His Paris has always been small, it was to close the ring between the flat, the court, the Opera, the Western railway station and two or three restaurants; these points were connected in his mind only the shortest straight lines. Step aside - and he found himself in unknown territory: under the feet of the wild jungle lay underground, Comba and neighbourhoods stretched out like desert.

He once thought that home is what you own. But the possession of a person susceptible to the curse of change. And only what cannot be possessed, remained unchanged and welcomed him with cordiality.