Omega MinorDalkey Archive Press, 2007 - 691 páginas Berlin, Spring of 1995. While a group of neo-Nazis are preparing an anniversary bash of disastrous proportions, an old physics professor returns to Potsdam to atone for his sins, an Italian postdoc designs an experiment that will determine the fate of the universe, and, in a room at Le Charit?, a Holocaust survivor tells his tale to the willing ear of a young psychologist. Who is that talking cat, why do ghosts of SS soldiers roam the city, and what is Speer's favorite actress up to? |
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Pasajes populares
Página 60 - And among these nations shalt thou find no ease, neither shall the sole of thy foot have rest...
Página 60 - ... in the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning ! for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.
Página 60 - And thy life shall hang in doubt before thee; and thou shalt fear day and night, and shall have none assurance of thy life: In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even!
Página 9 - Und nun gedenken Sie bei uns in Riva zu bleiben?" „Ich gedenke nicht", sagte der Jäger lächelnd und legte, um den Spott gutzumachen, die Hand auf das Knie des Bürgermeisters. „Ich bin hier, mehr weiß ich nicht, mehr kann ich nicht tun. Mein Kahn ist ohne Steuer, er fährt mit dem Wind, der in den untersten Regionen des Todes bläst.