“And yet, as I drop my suitcase, it feels as though there is a gaping hole in the middle of everything. The decades of my mother’s life here with Thalia, they are dark, vast spaces to me. I have been absent. Absent for all the meals Thalia and Mamá have shared at this table, the laughs, the quarrels, the stretches of boredom, the illnesses, the long string of simple rituals that make up a lifetime. Entering my childhood home is a little disorienting, like reading the end of a novel that I’d started, then abandoned, long ago.”
точнее не объяснить мои ощущения при приезде домой. кстати, замечательная книга - Khaled Hosseini "And the mountains echoed". всем советую! она не такая тяжелая как его первая книга, не такая военная как его вторая, но она заняла особое место в моем сердце.