Sidetracked

Among all the nonsense, mistakes, and bad ideas we come up with, maybe some truth will sneak in.

Se preguntó con desconsuelo en qué mundo estaban viviendo. Un mundo donde la gente joven intentaba quitarse la vida de algún modo. Decidió que en ese momento estaban sumergidos en una época que se podría llamar el tiempo de los fracasos. Las ilusiones que se habían forjado resultaron ser menos sólidas de lo esperado. Creían edificar una casa y lo que hacían en realidad era erigir un monumento sobre algo ya pasado y casi olvidado. Suecia se derrumbaba alrededor de él, como un sistema político de estantes gigantescos que se viniera abajo. Nadie sabía quiénes serían los carpinteros que estaban en el recibidor esperando entrar para colocar las nuevas estanterías. Tampoco sabía nadie cómo serían éstas. Todo era muy confuso, aparte de que era verano y hacía calor. La gente joven se suicidaba, o al menos intentaba hacerlo. La gente vivía para olvidar, no para recordar. Las viviendas eran escondites más que hogares acogedores. Y los policías estaban callados esperando el momento en el que vigilasen sus celdas de arresto unos hombres con otros uniformes, los hombres de las empresas privadas de seguridad.

Sorrow and respect didn't follow a colour scheme.

Sorrow and respect didn't follow a color scheme.

Life took on quite a special meaning in this early morning solitude.

A woman would have never been able to live in a house with no pictures of her family,

I will baptise her," he said. "You have walked a long way for something you believe in. In our day that is rare. People seldom walk long distances for their faith. That's why the world looks the way it does.

Kurt Wallander telling his daughter about his father's illness (Alzheimer) page 157 "No-one knows how fast it will progress" said Wallander. "But he will be leaving us. Sort of like a ship sailing farther and farther out towards the horizon. We'll still be able to see him clearly, but for him we'll seem more and more likes shapes in the fog. Our faces, our words, our common memories, everything will become indistinct and finally disappear altogether. He might be cruel at times with realizing he's doing it. He could turn into a totally different person

A successful man is always disliked by those who have the same ambitions but lack the talent.

It’s always better to have four eyes look at something than two.” “I’m not so sure about that,” said Wallander

Después de tantos años como político había comprendido que lo único que quedaba era la mentira. La verdad disfrazada de mentira o la mentira encubierta de verdad.

But I’ve come to terms with the fact that you never escape your parents. The roles are simply reversed. You become your parents’ parents. - Lisa Holgersson

The desire for revenge can go on indefinitely, said Ekholm. There are no prescribed time limits. It’s one of the oldest truths in criminology that an avenger can wait forever. If these are revenge killings, that is.

A few minutes later he returned, shaking his head. “It must have been Björk’s private map,” he said. “I couldn’t find it.” “Call the bookseller and wake him up,” said Wallander. “I want a map here now.” “Are you aware that it’s not even six in the morning on Midsummer Day?” Svedberg wondered. “It can’t be helped. Call him. And send a car over to pick up the map.” Wallander