And what happens then is not that our consciousness contracts, it expands, so that those three days in Paris seem to be more full of consciousness and experience than all the months of being a walking, talking, faculty meeting-attending zombie back home.
Dhe cfare ndodh me pas nuk eshte qe vetedija jone tkurret, ajo zhvillohet, keshtu qe ato tre dite ne Paris duken qe jane te mbushura me vetedije dhe eksperience sesa te gjitha muajt qe ishim duke ecur, folur, ndjekur mbledhjet e fakultetit si mumje dhe kthehu ne shtepi.