Night train to Lisbon

A translated novel 570 pages (events, places, and memories overlap, and feelings, thoughts, and knowledge flow in one river, nothing else but the river of the self as it awakens to its muffled calls and neglected questions: - If it is true that we only live a small part of what stirs inside us, then what is the fate of the rest of the parts?! A neglected question among many. This enchanting work does not cease to awaken it within us until our entire life becomes a subject of question, what is literature if not a path to the human? And what is the night train if not a journey into the depths of the self? And what is the self if not the unique, the different, the strange in the face of the common, the collective, and the familiar? Neither a train nor a night nor Lisbon, it is an invitation for each of us to cut out our own ticket in search of the human within, the human whom he left neglected, a stranger, at an abandoned station on the track of life...)