story: Spring in Fialta
author: Vladimir Nabokov
year: 1936 (English 1947)
where: Dubai, Al Habtoor Polo Resort
note: sometimes on an ordinary day, you need to read a masterpiece
a line: “And regardless of what happened to me or to her, in between, we never discussed anything, as we never thought of each other during the intervals in our destiny, so that when we met the pace of life altered at once, all its atoms were recombined, and we lived in another, lighter time-medium, which was measured not by the lengthy separations but by those few meetings of which a short, supposedly frivolous life was thus artificially formed. ”
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