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Ana SchnablThe Guardian |
A couple of years ago, I received an invitation from a German cultural institution to present my debut short story collection, which was translated...
My grandmother loved baking and was, therefore, an excellent baker. I can still see her massaging flour, sugar, eggs, yeast, butter and milk into...
One weekend in July 1993, when independent Slovenia was two years old, my father announced over breakfast: “Ana, our life will change soon.” I...