This is not an easy read. But the talent of the writer (and that of the translator) makes one keep reading and going further. Actually, one pierces through those 11,000 metres as if they are not dark, devoid of air or monsters (imaginary or not), out of which the most feared is the monster of blaming oneself.
Life goes on. It is maybe one
of the most hideous acknowledgement of somene who has lost a dear one. And no
one can come with recommendations when it comes to what should one do. One
knows best for oneself; and if not, one will find their own way. Tolerance and goodwill
are the only ones we need. In any situation!
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