I have a story about this: I once had a birthday and my friends gave me mostly the books I asked for. But a friend gave me a biography of Marquez, written by him. This was the beginning of my acquaintance with him. Now for me much closer and closer, because it is associated with this close friend. If that’s nonsense to you, I’m sorry. And looking at the world unsocial and only through the text, right, is not worth it.

That fucking. And my future husband gave me the first time to listen to Dorz and read Vonnegut. Since then, they have been closer and closer to me, because they are associated with the loved one. Not a specific paper book or plastic cassette - but all the creation of the above. A "I’m sorry you" – unworthy controversial reception, if anything.