(...) every story one chooses to tell is a kind of censorship, it prevents the telling of other tales (...) - Salman Rushdie

A people that has remained convinced of its greatness and invulnerability, that has chosen to believe such a myth in the face of all the evidence, is a people in the grip of a kind of sleep, or madness.

Exile is a dream of a glorious return. Exile is a vision of revolution: Elba, not St Helena. It is an endless paradox: looking forward by always looking back. The exile is a ball hurled high into the air.

Докато не му ги зададат, човек не знае отговорите на въпросите на живота.