Peut-être Kertész revit-il le souvenir des livres illustrés qui, savourés dans l'ombre et la fraîcheur d'un grenier, ont déclenché en lui la décision de devenir photographe. Les livres, il faut le croire, font partie du bonheur.

Maybe Kertesz was reliving the memory of illustrated books which, enjoyed in a dark and cool attic, made him decide to become a photographer. It would seem that books are part of happiness.