What lingers in his distant memory is the knowledge of a spring that will not yet come for many years. The only self who knows that scent is the self who knows it not just yet. If his life is a chimera, for whom did he endure all these years?
Yes, Mother?
ماذا يا أمّي؟
Ja, Mutter?
¿Sí, madre?
¿Sí, madre?
Qu’y a-t-il, maman ?
Dimmi, mamma.
Sim, mãe?