Η δίψα
Jo Nesbo, 2023
A page from the book
When a city's true self only comes out after summer ends.
Σεπτέμβρης στο Όσλο. Το σκοτάδι είχε επιτέλους επιστρέψει. Είχαν περάσει πια εκείνες οι ατέλειωτες, ενοχλητι κές φωτεινές καλοκαιρινές νύχτες κι εκείνη η υστερική, ηλίθια ξεγνοιασιά του καλοκαιριού. Τον Σεπτέμβριο το Όσλο ξαναβρί σκει τον πραγματικό του εαυτό: μελαγχολικό, συγκρατημένο, αποτελεσματικό. Στιβαρές προσόψεις, γεμάτες σκοτεινές γωνιές και μυστικά. Σαν την ίδια, έλεγαν οι γνωστοί της. Η Ελίζε τά χυνε το βήμα της, ο αέρας μύριζε βροχή. Έπεφτε ψιλόβροχο, σαν υγρασία απ’ το φτέρνισμα του Θεού – που είχε πει κι ένας τύπος με τον οποίο είχαν βγει ραντεβού κάποτε, σε μια προ σπάθεια να φανεί ποιητικός. Φτάνει πια. Έπρεπε να το κόψει το Tinder. Από αύριο κιόλας. Φτάνει πια μ’ όλους αυτούς τους άντρες που με το βλέμμα τους και μόνο την έκαναν να αισθά νεται πουτάνα απλώς επειδή τους συναντούσε σ’ ένα μπαρ. Jo Nesbo.Jo Nesbø trained as an economist and played guitar and sang in a rock band before turning to crime writing. He is also a former journalist and stockbroker.
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The night has no floor. There is only the sound of your own thoughts.
I come dragging in with every muscle bruised inside and out, but my heart’s still racing and my thoughts are a tornado in my head. This is insomnia. All night, your thoughts are on the air. All night long, you’re thinking: Am I asleep? Have I slept?
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What crying is for, if not for lubricating the eyes.
I read somewhere, once, that crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion. I think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity. Because inside me is a beast that snarls and growls, and strains toward freedom, toward Tobias, and above all, toward life. And as hard as I try, I cannot kill it. So I sob into my hands instead.
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