وقاطعها صوت ارتطام كف يد أمها بخدها. الأم: اصمتي… فقط اصمتي. عمَّ الصمت الأجواء ولم يتبق سوى صوت شهيقهما، والدموع التي تنساب على خديهما، ورائحة الدماء.
الوعي النفسي مُكلِّف، وتكلفته قد تكون باهظة.. النمو مُخاطرة.. محسوبة وغير محسوبة.. الرحلة تُشبه المشي على الصراط.. أن تجتاز الجحيم، لتصل إلى جنة نفسك العامرة.. وعلى هذا الصراط، وفي تلك الرحلة.. هتعدي بمحطات مهمة وفارقة جدًّا.. محطة إنك تخرج عن النص القديم الموروث المتهالك.. اللي كتبه حد غيرك، وأصبح مش مناسب ليك
In The Lost, Kafka describes precisely and at length the world of work in the modern era, this world that grinds everything into dust, in which no rest periods are allowed, in which only the succession of working hands is allowed. This novel is one of the most international novels that reveals modern industrial society with insight, farsightedness, and prediction.
Wilhelm Emmerich
Two percent 02%: There is nothing louder here than the sound of the trees’ light, not monotonous, under the sound of turbulent air between the breeze at times and the wind at other times, under a sky whose blue is gradually dissolving, turning to gray due to clouds that gather quickly from every direction and direction, as if they were the pillars of a war that had been called for an urgent and emergency meeting.
Between the covers of this novel is a love story in a time of war that has no time or place.
But it is the product of humanity's struggle since time immemorial, a struggle between good and evil, human greed, and a love that settled between two hearts that refused to die even after their separation.
