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The author is a writer Ten years ago, my mother sent me an email: “Child, are you alive?” We had an agreement that when traveling abroad I would send her a “I’m alive” message every day. Then mom waited three days. I wrote back: “I’m alive, but I’m hanging around Bratislava with the most famous writers of Central and Eastern Europe and I’m in euphoria.” Today I read the affected mail with a gentle feeling […]