I wrote those same kinds of letters that my mother had written me for strangers, and tucked them all throughout the city, dozens and dozens of them. I left them everywhere, in cafes and in libraries, at the U.N., everywhere.
Jeg skrev breve i stil med min mors til fremmede, og efterladte dem i bunkevis overalt i byen. I caféer og på biblioteker, ved FN, overalt.