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.

You get attached to places, you know. Like people, I suppose.

When would he realize that it wasn't his infidelity I couldn't bear, but his cowardice?

I wanted to cry, but the tears did not come.

Michel. In my dreams, you come and get me. You take me by the hand and you lead me away. This life is too much for me to bear. I look at the key and I long for you and for the past. For the innocent, easy days before the war. I know now my scars will never heal. I hope my son will forgive me. He will never know. No one will ever know.

I think they're really linked. I think books and movies are going to go a long way together in the future. I think we writers are very important material for directors.

How was it possible that entire lives could change, could be destroyed, and that streets and buildings remained the same, she wondered.