In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go and I must have killed him. I can't remember strangling him. I just sat there shocked.
I saw him... at peace in my armchair. I remember wishing he could stay in...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age some by sickness some by war some by justice.
