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But all this came to an end one night. In almost every one of his novels, Warszawski retells the scene in the winter of 1944 when he came home at three o’clock in the morning, after a night of dancing…
A large load of old rags and broken things had been delivered to the basement of the junk dealer today, and the newcomers were received unkindly and with surly faces in all corners.
“Please do not…