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After us, there was no more world to receive anyone.Mia Couto
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Listen, and you will realize that we are made not from cells or from atoms. We are made from stories.Mia Couto
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-Back there our sun doesn't speak.- Where's "there, " Miss Marta?-Back there, in Europe. Here, it's different. Here, the sun moans, whispers, shouts.- Surely- I commented delicately-the sun is always the same.- You're wrong. There, the sun is a stone. Here it's a fruit.Mia Couto