Momo...

"So… you like it here, do you?"

Momo nodded.

"And you want to stay here?"

"Yes, very much."

"I mean, shouldn't you go home?"

"This is my home," Momo said promptly.

"But where do you come from?"

Momo gestured vaguely at some undefined spot in the far distance.

"When were you born?"

"As far as I can remember... I've always been around."

"How old are you really?"

Momo hesitated. "A hundred," she said.

They all laughed because they thought she was joking.

"No seriously, how old are you?"

"A hundred and two," Momo replied, still more hesitantly.

Michael Ende

Maravilloso libro leído hace muchos años, hoy no sé por qué lo recordé y me hizo reír y reflexionar.
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