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“Flights are expansive moments when the phone doesn't ring and the Internet doesn't work. The maxim that flying time is wasted time liberates me from my anxieties and guilt feelings, and it strips me of all ambitions, leaving room for a different sort of existence. A happy, idiotic existence, the kind that doesn't try to make the most of time but is satisfied with merely finding the most enjoyable way to spend it.”

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Book:The Seven Good Years
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The Seven Good Years

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Etgar Keret
Etgar Keret

Etgar Keret is an Israeli writer known for his unique humor and profound emotional depth. His works are typically short stories that explore themes of personal identity, family relationships, and social reality. Born on August 20, 1967, Keret's writing style has been well-received by readers worldwide, with his works translated into multiple languages. more

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