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“Si yo no diera fe de ello, no quedaría huella de la presencia de esa desconocida y de la de mi padre en un coche celular en febrero de 1942, en los Campos elíseos. Sólo serían personas —muertas o vivas— a las que se clasifica en la categoría de “individuos no identificados”

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Dora Bruder

Dora Bruder is a fictional narrative that delves into the complexities of identity and the devastating impact of the Holocaust. The story follows the life of a young Jewish girl, Dora Bruder, in occupied Paris, offering a poignant and evocative portrayal of the struggles faced by individuals during this dark period in history. more

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Patrick Modiano
Patrick Modiano

Patrick Modiano is a French novelist born on July 30, 1945. His works are known for their memoir-like narrative style and profound reflections on French history. Modiano has won numerous literary awards, including the龚古尔文学奖 and the Nobel Prize in Literature. more

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