When they came out on to the crest of the hill at Amrah, she said: "Wait, Hadija," and leaned against the wall. [...] The rest of the world was there for her to take at any moment she wished it, but she always rejected it in favour of her own familiar little cosmos. Og så tager Eunice fejl: Tangier has no urban culture, no pain. I believe it will never have. The nerve will never be exposed.