"I Die, but the Memory Lives on" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mankell Henning)

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Soon afterwards I stand by the window and gaze out into the whiteness. In mist, all landscapes can seem similar. The floorboards in my room are pine, with that distinctive smell. They are cold under my feet. It is as if the sensation of damp moss was still with me. But even so, the landscape out there in the mist could be Africa.

That's the way it is: really clear dreams accompany you out into reality, they take on a life of their own, freed of their subconscious origin.