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“…the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead, that only occasionally, in certain lights and atmospheric conditions, do we appear in their field of vision.”

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Book:Austerlitz
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Austerlitz

Austerlitz is a complex narrative that delves into the psychological and historical aspects of memory, identity, and the passage of time. The story follows a man who discovers he has been living a lie about his past and embarks on a journey to uncover the truth about his origins. more

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W.G. Sebald

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