" Everywhere, the orange trees are holding out their arms to one another. The child is twelve years old, with a porcelain heart. At his age, there's so much to love at first sight, and simply because his trust runs as deep as his joy, he thinks of devouring the moon like a fruit, convinced that he need only reach out his hand to gather up the happiness of all the world.... and there, before my eyes.... the boy bounds to his feet, his arms spread like a kestrel's wings, and goes running across the fileds, where every tree is enchanted.... "

― Yasmina Khadra , The Attack