My feelings

It's 1AM and I can't sleep. I keep thinking over and over again... What would it be like to be a nine-year-old who has just lost his dad because of a terrorist attack?

What if I found something that I thought would get me closer to a lost beloved and... In the end it doesn't? What a disappointment!! In Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie the girl does not know the person but when she hands the box she finds to him, he is very happy. But here, after all the efforts Oskar makes... It makes no difference, the man is not happier because he found the key and Oskar is not either because he didn't get closer to his dad. What a shame!!!

What surprised me is that all along the novel Oskar does not appear bitter, and if he does it's with his mom. However, it's the terrorists' fault that he lost his father!! I guess that when given bad news as such there are always different fashions of taking it in. Oskar didn't take the path of hatred and resentment, but rather the one of sadness and self-hurt.

It's cold. And it's warm at the same time. Actually, it's fresh. The air is fresh and I fear that if I deep-breath I will fill my lungs so much that they won't be able to stand pollution tomorrow morning when I step onto the streets. I do it anyway. It's 1:26.