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Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving onward, exuding fumes of beer and grime, yet smiling, because my briefcase is full of books and that very night I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know.

Bohumil Hrabal

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Bohumil Hrabal
Age: 82 †
Born: 1914
Born: March 28
Died: 1997
Died: February 3
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