tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565845984512808077.post5844129452326244125..comments2024-03-19T21:41:42.835+01:00Comments on Poemas del río Wang: I’ve Taken It To PiecesStudiolumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06377777909296284368noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565845984512808077.post-43227095832050449042012-02-15T06:57:42.898+01:002012-02-15T06:57:42.898+01:00Oh yes, I remember! Yes, absolutely the same story...Oh yes, I remember! Yes, absolutely the same story, transposed into another reality. I will share it on the Hungarian version, too, where nobody noticed it, but surely everyone will realize their deep identity.Studiolumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06377777909296284368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565845984512808077.post-78116575061358554992012-02-13T12:41:51.809+01:002012-02-13T12:41:51.809+01:00Now I got it (the question was: what does this pos...Now I got it (the question was: what does this post remind to me?).<br />Bohumil Hrabal, The Little Town Where Time Stood Still. The father of the character who tells the story used to take his Orion motorbike’s engine to piceces every Saturday. If something went wrong, while disassembling, he broke with a hammer his o someone else’ watch over anger . Don’t know if the watch changed itself into something else, but for sure a very good story came out of it.Effenoreply@blogger.com