“ When Malingeau drew himself from his long sleep, the music was still droning in his head. Christelle was already gone. She had taken care to scribble a line on a scrap of paper."I drank your body unti… Fiston Mwanza Mujila
“ He hiccupped and continued: "I write therefore I come...But unfortunately, my orgies are never eternal!... Fiston Mwanza Mujila
“ Yet torture is above all an art, an artistic discipline just like literature , cinema, or contemporary dance. All detained in the City-State ghettos bitterly missed the torturers of yesteryears, those… Fiston Mwanza Mujila
“ You share the same destiny as everyone else, the same history, the same hardship, the same rot, the same Tram beer, the same dog kebabs, the same narrative as soon as you come into the world. You star… Fiston Mwanza Mujila
“ Jazz is the only lever used by all the riffraff of Tram 83 to switch social class as one would subway cars. Fiston Mwanza Mujila
