Arnon Grunberg



This afternoon, the cleaning lady came in.
My godson, who is staying with me for a couple of days, really likes the cleaning lady.
His mother said: “There’s so much dirt coming in through the window, but you don’t see it. There is just too much dirt in this apartment for one cleaning lady.”

Ah well, the choice between fighting against dirt and fighting for literature has never been difficult for me.

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