Arnon Grunberg



When I was young I had a book with Yiddish fairytales titled “Zlateh the Goat”.
That particular story was about a boy who kept himself alive during a snowstorm by hiding in the hay with his goat Zlateh. Zlateh kept him warm and gave him milk.
The room in my hotel in Nikolayev is so cold that I feel forced to look for a goat tonight.