POST SCRIPT

Now it is time for the reader to pose the inevitable question that comes at the end of a book such as this:

- If you are dead, like you say you are, who wrote this book?

The reply is quite simple:

- Is your library not full of books the authors of which are dead? And that you don’t mind, yet here, suddenly… who wrote it?

- It’s not the same – you will rightfully say – they wrote their books while they were alive, and died afterwards. And you are not dead if you are writing novels.

- What did you say? That I’m not dead? Well that’s what this book has been telling you all along. That I’m not dead. That somewhere none of us are dead. But since I believe that the reader is always right, because literature is lead into the future by readers, and not writers, I will add one more explanation.

Of course this book could not have been written by myself for the very reason that you have stated. The readers are not dumb not to realize who the author of this novel is. This book was written after my death, in her native English language, by my wife. The author of this book is Elisabeth Amava Arzuaga Eulohia Ihar-Swift. With the nickname of Imola.