We were both totally honest and without any screen. If there was a possibility of living together, it was given us in those moments, in a noisy restaurant Münster in which both, or each on its own, could return to refuel and confirmation. Those moments were a mirror in which we could look and see two images: what fate had wanted to do and what he had really made us. It was not little. The errors always arise from having lost the first of the two images.
Erich Maria Remarque, The Night in Lisbon
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