“Thrush in the Cage” written by Nima Youshij is the first book I borrowed after my first library subscription. I was only ten, and with this book I felt I seriously stepped into the world of readers. Under the influence of the big notebook on which my name was written, and the subscription paper that my teacher had to sign, I read the book even more carefully and gave a thought to the moral point of the story. Surprisingly not long after this feeling, another book push me into a completely different world: “Devilin theDusk”1. The cover showed the picture of a girl withblond hair who was running along a the street and a black car was chasing afterher.
“They smell your mouth/ in case you said, ‘I love you.’ “