I can't sleep.
I wish I could speak French.
I read a book "Les oiseaux vont mourit au Perou."(Birds go to Peru to die)
In Korean, of course.
There are 16 short stories in a book.
I couldn't pick favorite one.
But I liked "Un humaniste","Le faux","Le mur"
(An humanist),(The forged),(The Wall)
"The wall" was about a man die of broken heart as he felt miserable by the moaning sound of beautiful lady who was by the next room.
The wall between two room was really thin.
and the young man mistaken that the moaning sound was from sexual pleasure she had with some other man.
In fact the sound was from fatal pain; she was poisoning herself to death.
So the young man's death was tragedy of co-incidents.
The novel reminds me of lingering presense of death.
It was everywhere with me when I was at the school.
And when I heard that there was a lump in my stomach and it could be cancer.
Human's life can be so meaningless and light.
(Don't worry about the lump I've taken a surgury successfully and I'm fine now.)
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