It happens like this. He sets out in the afternoon on the track that has been shown to him and soon he leaves the little town behind. [...] When they draw even they stop. The figure is a man about his own age, dressed entirely in black. Black pants and shirt, black boots. Even his rucksack is black. What the first man is wearing I don't know, I forget.

Damon is de 'he' die gaat wandelen en de 'I' die vergeten is wat hij toen aanhad. Je kan de drie verhalen in dit boek lezen als autobiografisch...

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