When I Was Nana Pila, Dead, but in My Prime
When I Was Nana Pila, Dead, but in My Prime

Summary/Abstract: A demining squad was just leaving the village, when I entered. I, the tsar, the king, the victor, the door-to-door salesman for Boban Books who left no illiterate, no blind nor unemployed person’s house without making at least a thousand kunas profit. When they listened to my presentation on a health book, they thought not that they were buying a book, but an elixir of health and youth and they stood in wonder thinking how they had managed to survive without it. The nostrils of the customers who bought my cookbooks filled with seductive aromas and their mouths watered so much they impatiently ripped the book out of my hands and ran in the kitchen as if a lush dinner was about to jump out of the book.

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