Etgar Keret Reads “Fly Already”
The guy on the roof nods—it looks like he heard something this time— and shouts at me,“How did you know? How did you know she died?” Someone always dies, I want to yell back. Always.
The guy on the roof nods—it looks like he heard something this time— and shouts at me,“How did you know? How did you know she died?” Someone always dies, I want to yell back. Always.