"I sat by the window looking out at the dense darkness, and from time to time, glanced up at the stars. I wasn’t leaving them. The universe rode along with me. I recognised the shapes of the constellations. Perhaps the universe accompanied us on our journey into eternity when we concluded the little incident we call life? I stretched out on the seat and from time to time I fingered the passport inside my breast pocket. ‘Up there, there are no borders, no passports,’ the babbler within me babbled. ‘There are no Nazis. Could a star be a Nazi? Up there, there is no lack of living space. Up there – let us hope – you don’t have to fight for your existence if you exist.’"