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Home
Read more: HomeI walked the winding path today around the apartment buildings right through my childhood. Everything smelled the same. The big white lilies gave off a fragrance of early evening, the sunset was in its incipient stages. The heat bearable, like me. Summer petering out. I leapt from one slab of stone to…
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Mrs. T. is leaving the country
Read more: Mrs. T. is leaving the countryI went back home for a few days, to the Romanian town where I was born, where I grew up, and where I spent the better part of my youth. I took a long nostalgic walk down memory lane, revisiting all those places that were the landmarks of my childhood years: the school, the school…