Character: Robert Lokamp. Page 1

“They look like this when hit by a car.

I gave her fire. The warm and close flame of the match lit up her face and my hands for a moment, and suddenly a crazy thought occurred to me that we had long belonged to each other.

- We are all so ...

He is the only person I know who has managed to create a little happiness out of great unhappiness. He doesn't know what to do with his life, so he's just glad he's still alive.

The rum was strong and fresh. It tasted like the sun. There was something supportive about him.

She seemed to me a being from another world. I absolutely could not imagine who she was and how she lived.

- Apparently, you get so used to bending your back at work that even a little bit of freedom somehow interferes.

Previously, people declined gradually, and there could always be an opportunity to rise again, now, behind each dismissal, there was a gaping abyss of eternal unemployment.

I felt the gentle illumination of the first hop warming the blood, which I loved because in its light everything uncertain, unknown seems like a mysterious adventure.

I remembered a note I had been writing in the workshop in the morning. I was a little sad then. It's gone now. I didn't care, live as long as I live.

There was a strange mood. As if time had stopped; it was no longer a river flowing out of darkness and flowing into darkness - it became a sea in which life was silently reflected.

Lenz, when he was well-tuned, was able to captivate others so much that he could not be denied anything. Yes, he himself then could not deny himself anything.

She was very good, I thought, but it didn't matter to me.

- But better tell me, how are you feeling? Like a thirty-year-old?
- It's like I'm sixteen and fifty years old at the same time. Nothing much.
- And that's what you call "nothing special"? There couldn't be any better. This means that you have powerfully conquered time and will live two lives.