In the White City Page #4

- What could I do with that?

- I don't know.

Will you buy this?

This is German,

and this is Japanese, they're good.

They fit in your pocket.

Great, ha?

- How much do you want?

- Five thousand.

It's not bad.

All right, yes.

People are weird,

but that's life.

Do you have some paper, please?

- Paper?

- Writing paper.

- Big or small?

- Big.

A pen?

A pen?

- A fountain pen?

- Yes.

Thank you.

- A post office?

- Down there.

- Down there?

- At the bottom of the stairs.

Thank you.

I'm going to emerge...

to the surface...

again.

Stop.

Rosa...

is gone.

I don't have a clue...

where to.

Stop.

The only country...

I really love...

is the sea.

Stop.

I love it.

Stop.

I love you.

I embrace you tenderly.

A woman's body is too wide.

Stop.

So there'll be a war between us.

Stop.

Memory...

and oblivion come from one single source.

Women are too beautiful.

Stop.

Trains are not in time.

I don't know more than I used to.

Stop.

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