“A steep path led up to it, beginning in olive trees and ending in olive trees. Between, a kind of landing followed by a gray wall covered with obscene figures and political slogans to encourage the winded visitor. Then more olive trees, blue patches of sky between the branches, and the smell of the gum trees bordering reddish fields in which purple-yellow and orange clothes were spread out to dry.” Excerpt of A Happy Death, Albert Camus, 1942