The day comes when your children look at your past as if you had fought at Verdun. The day comes when an official letter questions your age and your status and pushes you toward retirement. The day comes when your latest screenplay idea does not turn into a film. The day comes when your new bank manager urgently summons you. The day comes when you remember meeting Her during the war in Sarajevo. The day comes when you begin all your sentences with “before.” The day comes when all your time is measured out, the children grow up, your parents grow weak. The day comes when you meet a young woman who loves old men: the old married ones.
