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SO good. Eastern Europeans have mastered melancholy literature

"Is the soul a lamp that never burns out? Before every good human feeling we should kneel as before a shrine, as before a star. We should protect it, carry it like a light, and if there is even a little spark left, blow till we're out of breath." (33)
I'm gonna be so real. I know nothing about Poland outside of WWII and some vague facts about the Communist regime. However, this novella is gorgeous so far.