…et pourtant, le silence est tombé comme un couperet quand j’ai pris la parole.
Ils étaient tous là — ceux qui m’avaient pointé du doigt, ceux qui ricanaient en murmurant «le fils du déchargeur…», ceux qui détournaient
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Když jsem se postavil k mikrofonu, nevěděl jsem, kde začít.
Sál šuměl, jako by všichni čekali, že řeknu něco učeného, chytrého, slavnostního. Ale mně se v hlavě držel jen jeden obraz: máminy ruce.
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