I dedicate this to everyone I love.
Even though it might not be appreciated.
“A student is not a tangerine.”
“But tramps like us, baby we were born to run.”
“It’s so hard to love.”
“During all those last weeks I spent there, there was a peculiar evil feeling in the air—an atmosphere of suspicion, fear, uncertainty, and veiled hatred. You seemed to spend all your time holding whispered conversations in corners of cafes and wondering whether that person at the next table was a police spy.
“I do not know if I can bring home to you how deeply that action touched me. It sounds a small thing, but it was not. You have got to realize what was the feeling of the time—the horrible atmosphere of suspicion and hatred.”