"(...) because I, when zaczytam, I'm somewhere else, I'm in the text, I was very surprised and I must guiltily admit that I really found myself in a dream, in a world more beautiful that I was at the heart of the truth. Each day, ten times, I am amazed that I could of myself so rejected. This alienated and isolated from the back also works quietly and in deep meditation I wander the streets, I pass the trams and cars, and pedestrians, in a cloud of books that I found today, and I carry a briefcase home, so here are sunk in dreams of going on a green light, without even knowing not fall into the lantern poles, or on people, just go (...)
Bohumil Hrabal
