"and albertine, who’d been laughing herself silly the whole way, turned to him once and said, reluctantly: good day. and then, once: i’m losing all my teeth from hunger. and the next day: it always hurts, and here too…and she put her hand on her heart…but apart from that she went on laughing and keeping our spirits up and saying: folks, one day the war really will be over and those gray live will all be crushed, and then we’ll learn how to swing with our old legs, although i’m afraid there’ll be two of me by then, i already feel like i’m splitting in two. and she pushed her heart again, she pushed at it more and more."
~ louis paul boon, my little war