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Kamila Shamsie

  • Usman Najamцитирует2 года назад
    Konrad cannot see the chimneys themselves from his home in Minamiyamate, but for months now his thoughts have frequently wandered to the factory where
  • Usman Najamцитирует2 года назад
    thoughts have frequently wandered to the factory where Hiroko Tanaka spends her days measuring the thickness of steel with micrometers, images of classrooms swooping into her thoughts the way memories of flight might enter the minds of broken-winged birds
  • Usman Najamцитирует2 года назад
    He steps on to the back porch of the house. Green and brown leaves are scattered across the grass of the large property, as though the area is a battlefield in which the soldiers of warring armies have lain down, caring for nothing in death but proximity
  • Usman Najamцитирует2 года назад
    started to look run-down. One of the window shutters is partly ajar; when the wind picks up it takes to banging against the sill. He should secure the shutter, he knows, but it comforts him to have some sound of activity issuing from the house
  • Usman Najamцитирует2 года назад
    She walked past the vegetable patches on the slopes a few days ago and saw the earth itself furrowing in mystification: why potatoes where once there were azaleas?
  • Usman Najamцитирует2 года назад
    An old man walks past with skin so brittle Hiroko thinks of a paper lantern with the figure of a man drawn on to it. She wonders how she looks to him, or to anyone. To Konrad
  • Usman Najamцитирует2 года назад
    Functional, Hiroko Tanaka thinks, as she stands on the porch of her house in Urakami and surveys the terraced slopes, the still morning alive with the whirring of cicadas.
  • Usman Najamцитирует2 года назад
    It is a false alarm – it is almost always a false alarm. The other cities of Japan may have suffered heavily in aerial raids, but not Nagasaki
  • Usman Najamцитирует2 года назад
    Why shouldn’t she just stay at home? It is almost certainly a false alarm.
  • Usman Najamцитирует2 года назад
    He hasn’t checked on his birds, on the other side of the wall, since the last rain shower.
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