Arnon Grunberg

A lady


At the Book Fair a lady from Poland approached me. “I’m so glad to meet you,” she said.
I wasn’t sure why she was happy to see me. Because she was Polish? Or because she thought that I was Polish? We talked for a couple of minutes. She was born in the city of Lemberg, nowadays Lviv, and she had moved to Buenos Aires shortly after the war. I said: “My father’s family was from Lemberg.”
She mumbled: “I’ll see you after the event.”
And then she disappeared in the crowd.

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