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Posted on August 5, 2021May 23, 2022 by Señor Tao

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For The Love Of Wisdom – Svetlana Alexandrovna Alexievich – Life And Story TellingOctober 6, 2022
Svetlana Alexandrovna Alexievich (May 1948 -) I don’t ask people about socialism; I ask about love, jealousy, childhood, old age. Music, dances, hairstyles. The myriad sundry details of a vanished way of life. This is the only way to chase the catastrophe into the framework of the mundane and attempt to tell a story.

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