““I never "toured" that courtyard again. We avoid places where we've endured pain, but the opposite is true, too. Extreme kindness can be repaid only with ingratitude. What if the miracle won't repeat itself and life's greatest consolation-remembering the kindness shown to us-disappears? Those little faces won't be there, and the green sweater won't be offered. This way, they are always with me. The crown of hungry children, the dark stairs, the open door, the outstretched hand, and someone's mother, crying, her face invisible against the light.””
