"Ah, a storyteller"

Last Sunday I finished reading one of the best books I have ever had in my hands: The kite runner by Khaled Hosseini.

The back cover of my Bloomsbury edition reads:

1970s Afghanistan: Twelve-year-old Amir is desperate to win the local kite-fighting tournament and his loyal friend Hassan promises to help him. But neither of the boys can foresee what will happen to Hassan that afternoon, an event that is to shatter their lives. After the Russians invade and the family is forced to flee to America, Amir realises that one day he must return, to find the one thing that his new world cannot grant him: redemption.

I do believe that some books reach you the very moment they have to, just like sometimes happens with music. Inshallah this story also takes the best out of me.

«[...]And that, I believe, is what true redemption is, Amir jan, when guilt leads to good.»

«[...]I dream that lawla flowers will bloom in the streets of Kabul again and rubab music will play in the samovar houses and kites will fly in the skies.[...]»

«There is a way to be good again.»

«For you a thousand times over.»

The kite runner

Big hug,


Laura, die Dolmetscherin