It is not easy to explain how I felt while I read, but I will try. No doubt you, as a reader, will understand. It appeared I found myself in a place where no one could bother me, where no one could reach me. I grew impervious to all the noises around me.
Tatiana de RosnayAnd so I write this for you, My Sarah. With the hope that one day, when youโre old enough, this story that lives with me, will live with you as well. When a story is told, it is not forgotten. It becomes something else, a memory of who we were; the hope of what we can become.
Tatiana de RosnayHow was it possible that entire lives could change, could be destroyed, and that streets and buildings remained the same, she wondered.
Tatiana de Rosnay