Suddenly the park lights came on, although there was a second of total darkness, as if someone had tossed a black blanket over parts of Hamburg. The gentleman sighed, he must have been about seventy, and the he said:

“A mysterious legacy, don’t you think?”
“You’re right, I do,” said Archimboldi as he got up and took his leave of the descendant of Fürst Pückler. Soon afterward he left the park and the next morning he was on his way to Mexico.

– Roberto Bolaño