Sulfur in My Hands by Nizar Qabbani

After the shadow of the wind and the angel game, I ended my strange meeting with Carlos Zafon in the third part of the Tomb of Forgotten Books series in this piece that I read while trying to understand what was going on in his head, which wanted the prisoner of heaven to tell us the dark nights of Barcelona from the window of its prisons, that prison that embraced Martin for a long time and through which he excelled in writing The Game of the Angel, which was the hero of that novel David Martin and Isabella, and we got to know their end, which was not confirmed by the lines. The writer also explains that what we can consider a coincidence with us may be wisely studied and what we interact with with all honesty may be fake and obsolete as the first boot, the past is just images stuck in our heads and just a glance of it returns to expose itself, and opens new cracks in our hearts, pushing you to search and explore what the truth is and to what extent it can comfort you or in any proportion that may make you a wreckage between the legs, yet the search for it is The way of salvation,