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« anche františek e klíma le avevano già detto quella parola, ma quella sera la vide per la prima volta come è veramente quando arriva non invocata, inaspettata, ed è nuda. era entrata nella stanza come un miracolo. era semplicemente inspiegabile, ma proprio per questo parve più reale a ružena, perché le cose più elementari di questo mondo non hanno spiegazione né motivo, hanno in se stesse la loro ragione d'essere »

Near the finish line and I’m not ready to say goodbye. Every chapter leaves me thinking, laughing quietly, or shaking my head. Kundera’s writing is like a dance—sometimes graceful, sometimes chaotic, but always unforgettable.🥲

I've really missed reading Kundera.

Okay, I admit it… the characters are officially taking over my thoughts. I catch myself smiling at lines I read hours ago. It’s like Kundera sneaks little jokes and truths into your brain when you’re not looking.

porto 3 journées dans la petite ville d’eaux i han aparegut: un trompetista q justifica fremdgehen a la seva dona per lo molt que l’estima (així l’estima cada cop més) (parla d’ell en Sabina a Y sin embargo??); un home q està en contra de la reproducció perquè li agraden tant les dones que no vol imaginar-se els seus pits plens de llet; i un ginecoleg q fecunda amb el seu propi material les pacients! :)

Getting into the groove now. Some parts make me laugh, some make me pause and think, and honestly, I like this emotional rollercoaster more than I expected. Kundera has a way of making even the quietest moments feel... surprisingly dramatic.

Just started Kundera’s world, and wow… my brain is already doing somersaults. Characters feel alive, and the writing has that mix of charm and sly humor I didn’t know I needed. Page 40 and I’m hooked… mostly trying to keep up with all the thoughts flying around!