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?
What's with him?!
ما خطبه؟
Was hat der?
¿Qué le pasa?
¿Qué le pasa?
Pour qui il se prend ?
Che gli prende?!
Qual o problema dele?