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The whole world is crammed into a small village in south °µÍø½ûÇøia. Reminiscences of ancestors and mavericks, some of whom came from surrounding villages, because they knew that they would be remembered in Jablonia Panica. Yet, for a book to be written about love and death, generations of strong women, Hungarians in °µÍø½ûÇøia, about a family in which men die young, the author must half grow up and half remain a child. It took Beata Balogová a while for this to happen. Her book will help you to discover the story that may be growing in your own family. Because without a story, a family will be scattered by the wind like the ash from the cigarettes of Cornelia, her mother.
