One Step Behind

Police work wouldn't be possible without coffee," Wallander said. "No work would be possible without coffee." They pondered the importance of coffee in silence.

Yo creo que más bien los atrae el saberse en las cercanías de la crueldad , con la tranquilidad de que no es uno el mismo afectado

He wondered if he was simply starting to crumble under the weight of all the responsibility and was now on a downward trajectory to a point where only fear remained. He

Nos quejamos de lo mal que están las cosas, pero yo a veces me pregunto si no están ya mucho peor de lo que nos imaginamos

Recalling the dream was like trying to follow a ship into fog.

His definition of friendship had been grounded on the lowest common denominator, an absence of animosity. He

Criminals in a hurry are always the easiest to trace,” Lundstr

He stared down at the empty street and wondered why all city streets resembled each other at night. He

pride was dangerous and could make you vulnerable.

I used to go to work every day. Now I climb the walls.

More and more people were being judged useless and were being flung to the margins of society, where they were destined to look back enviously at the few who still had reasons to be happy. He

What we’re in is a vacuum.

I can’t deal with angry people until after I’ve had my morning coffee.

Once more they had left their own time for another age. The age of Bellman, the bacchanalian 18th-century poet.

Sometimes parents don’t know their children, he thought. But sometimes a parent knows her child better than anyone else, and

At that age, they’re as happy as they can be. Life seems endless, the sorrows few.

there was no such thing as past or future. There was no time that could be lost or won. The only thing that counted was action.

the remnants of a person’s life inevitably ended up at the nearest dump.

It was the most important art a person could learn: self-control.

Wallander si avviò verso il distributore di bevande. Ma si rese conto di non averemonete.Un uomo anziano con due grucce uscì da una stanza muovendosi con grande fatica.Quando Wallander gli chiese se pote sse cambiargli un banconota, l‘uomo scosse il capo, mise la mano nella tasca della vestaglia e gli diede le monete necessarie per il caffè. Wallander rimase con la banconota tesa senza sapere cosa fare. ―Morirò fra poco‖ disse l‘uomo sorridendo. ―Più o meno fra due o tre settimane. Non so proprio cosa farmene dei soldi.‖ L‘uomo si allontanò lentamente. Sembrava essere di ottimo umore. Wallander lo seguì con uno sguardo ammirato. Spinse il pulsante sbagliato e fucostretto a bere un cappuccino, cosa che non faceva mai.

soul-sucking vampires who were profiting from the increased sense of helplessness in society.

At what point does the normal suddenly become the abnormal? he

Something that makes it possible for me to start thinking about the future again.

self-preservation was more important than revenge, and

fighting crime is simply a question of endurance; about which side can outlast the other.

slowly peel away all the extraneous layers. There are tracks and marks left at every crime scene, like shadows of the event itself. That’s what you have to find.

Traces of a crime need to be coaxed out, not rushed.

There are evil circumstances and environments, not evil per se. But here I sense the actions of a truly darkened mind. Wallander reached for Svedberg’s pocket calendar

in the end it comes down to a who and a why. Only one who. And one lone why.