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?
Hey!
أتسمعيني؟
Hey!
¡Oye!
¡Oye!
Hé ! Où es-tu ?
Ehi!
Ei!