.... it wasn´t the people who were buried who were being punished, but those left behind.

The reputation of the best people in any field goes down to compensate for brilliance.

How different everything could be in another universe, all the lives we haven’t live.

Dying's not a nightmare.

When she looks up again, she sees something incomprehensible. An animal has come out of the forest on two legs. It's walking on the logging road, bent and stumbling. A tiny figure covered in dirt, blood and clay.Pia holds her breath. It isn't an animal after all. It's almost as if a part of the forest has freed itself and come alive. As if it's a little girl made from twigs.