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Ostre sledované vlaky, 1966
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I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.

— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun.

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