El príncipe de las mareas. Lowenstein.

"At the end of every day, I drive through the city of Charleston... and as I cross the bridge that'll take me home... I feel the words building inside me. I can't stop them or tell you why I say them. But as I reach the top of the bridge... these words come to me in a whisper. I say them as prayer. As regret. As praise. I say... Lowenstein. Lowenstein..."