“On the windowsill lay the manuscript, a rectangular-shaped embodiment of her guilty conscience. The languishing strength of the early winter sun sent a shudder down Nóra’s spine. Her attempt at making an airplane resulted in a hat.”
– from “Chinese Snow” by Miklós Vámos, translated from Hungarian by Ági Bori.
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