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 ”In the hall it was hot, very hot, but when you came in from outside, out of the frost, what struck you first was the brackish air and only afterwards the heat. Whenever I entered, my nostrils were always one step ahead of my eyes and ears. They would sniff that weak solution of steam, bleach, and seaweed, an odour I had never encountered anywhere else and which never faded. The hall had a mosaic floor and a high ceiling with a brown stain. There were lamps set into the curving walls...”

 
Fotograful Curtii Regale
Mita Vinerii
Fetita care se juca de-a Dumnezeu
Variante la un autoportret
Noapte buna, copii!
Intrarea soarelui
Degete mici
Cei care mor si cei care vor muri. Aventurile unui bibliotecar
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