I wrote those same kinds of letters that my mother had written me for strangers, and tucked them all throughout the city, dozens and dozens of them. I left them everywhere, in cafes and in libraries, at the U.N., everywhere.
Shkrova te njejtat letra qe me kish shkruar ime me per te huajt, dhe i ngjita ngado ne qytet, dhjetra e dhjetra prej tyre. I vendosa ngado, neper kafe, librari, ne OKB, gjithkund.