If you think this has a happy ending,
you haven't been paying attention.
It takes so little, so infinitely little, for me to find myself on the other side of the border, where everything - love, convictions, faith, history - no longer has meaning. The whole mystery of my life resides on the fact that it is spent in the immediate proximity of, and even in direct contact with, that border, that it is separated from it not by great distances but by barely an inch. So I take in a few deep breaths, walking forward on this never ending limbo. Never daring to look down, for I have always been afraid of heights. And the fall ... would be too much to bear.
