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298 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1984
…on the far side of the clouds and the arrogant mountain that kept retreating ahead of us, no matter how much the train tried to reach it… on the far side of some mountain slope I was going to encounter all kinds of things that were appropriate for my age… whether those were toys or buildings, animals or people, cars or airplanes.
I got hit by a corncob in the head, in the back… All of a sudden so many hands!… I grabbed Karel by the neck… He was grinning… Then I squeezed… He shrieked… I flung myself this way and that… I wouldn’t let go… He fell back off his log… He bit me in the arm, the pig!… Ciril came to help him… One more head… I leapt at Karel and gripped his chest between my legs.
The Šarabon department store across from the hospital was the most tolerant of beggars… you just had to hurry so that the other cadgers didn’t beat you to it… the tavern drunks, the morons and idiots from the municipal poor houses, who knew the city’s more charitable hearts well. You had to be there the minute the shutters over their doors got rolled up… The big store was the shape of the letter L. We went in and said what Mirko’s mother had taught us to say, “In God’s name, please give a beggar some alms…”