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This is a collection of short stories based on the
experience of a hypersensitive young man who lives in his
imaginary world full of strange events,
sorrow and love. He desperately clings to this
world aware of another one of the grown up people he
does not want to belong to.
..... Sometimes, Mansil thought sitting
on a bench in the city garden, we sometimes need some rain,
some wind in the trees to feel love. Sometimes, so as to be
sure that he exists a man needs love. Sometimes, a girl,
a few trees in the wind can tell a man that he exists and
that he loves. We sometimes do not need even that much,
thought a girl passing by the bench on which Mansil was sitting...
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