Fragments of Self: a novel of love across borders

What happens when you permanently move across the Atlantic Ocean for love? Suddenly, you find yourself in a country that feels chilly in the summer and offers a greyness at the scale of misery you never thought could be transmittable; surrounded by a language you don’t understand, by people you can’t read or even hug when you meet them. By the piercing sensation that what is out of place is you . Yes, you have a new apartment, a new plan to study and become something else, but there are no friends or family around, there’s only love, your anchor to reason is one person alone. You measure it. Of course you do. You’re calculating like that, but little do you know that your love, your ‘biggest fortune’, is to become your demise as it traps in a cycle of non physical contact, unfriendliness, isolation and yearn for warmth while simultaneously the global pandemic of 2020 wrecks havoc around the world. “How am I to blame for this? It’s freezing: It’s been freezing for some time now. The cold is the kind that cracks your hands.” -Cecilia “Here. I have the incessant humming of the radiator, the almost gone power of this fridge, and if I was to open the window, I’d hear silence rolled down eventful car tires that pick up the rain. It’s deafening.” -Alejandro “This first crack you see here, between my index finger and my thumb happened shortly after we met.” -Eevi —- ISBN: 9798326746863