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“Por mucho que escuchara, siempre hablaban de lo mismo, la libertad, pero no decían ni una palabra de la sopa. Yo estaba, por supuesto, muy contento de que fuéramos libres, pero no podía evitar pensar que el día anterior no había ocurrido nada por el estilo, pero teníamos sopa.”

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Book:Fatelessness
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Fatelessness

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Imre Kertész

Imre Kertész was a Hungarian Jewish author known for his profound works and reflections on the Holocaust. His writings often explore themes of personal identity, memory, and history, with his most famous novel being 'No One Survives'. more

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