But for me there is neither Monday nor Sunday: there are days which pass in disorder, and then, sudden lightning like this one.

Nothing has changed and yet everything is different.

I can't describe it, it's like the Nausea and yet it is just the opposite: at last an adventure happens to me, and when I question myself I see that it happens that I am myself and that I am here; I am the one who splits in the night,

I am as happy as the hero of a novel.