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“My homeland,' says the guest, 'no longer exists. My homeland was Poland, Vienna, this house, the barracks in the city, Galicia, and Chopin. What’s left? Whatever mysterious substance held it all together no longer works. Everything’s come apart. My homeland was a feeling, and that feeling was mortally wounded. When that happens, the only thing to do is go away.”

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Book:Embers
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Sándor Márai

Sándor Márai was a Hungarian writer renowned for his profound literary style and insightful observations on historical changes. His works extensively explore the conflicts between individuals and the times, as well as the common human experience. more

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