she was no difference from any one else

故事的結尾，男人提著果蔬和起士，緩慢行於某個小鎮的窄巷間。他的影子被地中海的日光拉得很長很長。回到小屋，他把包起士的紙摺疊起來，壓到鐵罐底下，那底下已有厚厚一疊以同樣方式摺疊起來的紙，提示著過去的時間。他切下兩片起士，走到窗前，推開木頭百葉窗。陽光灑進房間，照在那張被放得很大的黑白照片上：他，他死去的兒子馬丁，以及他們共同的情人安娜。

I saw her once more only. I saw her by accident, at an airport, changing place.
She didn't see me.
She was with Peter. She was holding a child. She was no difference from any one else.