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ned to our room. It was early in the morningand other
family members were still sleeping. I do not remember why we were already awakecannot even
guess. To judge from the color of the skyit would be perhaps another hour before the servant girl
would come with our morning meal.
My mother was playing a game with little red and black tablets spread out on a board. She said
this was a foreigners' game called chiu heprison and handcuffs.
It is only now that I think of this game梒hiu ke?that I realize she must have been talking about
checkers. She was sliding the tablets across the boardexplaining that the different colors were
people fighting under different warlordstrying to capture each other. But when she started to
explain moremy young mind became confused. Of courseI did not know how to
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say I was confusedso insteadI complained that I was hungry.
I could do this with my mothercomplain and d [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]nd things. She was not strict with menot the
way some mothers can be. She was perhaps even more lenient than I was with you. Yescan you
imagine? If I wanted somethingI could always expect to receive itnever thinking I would have
to give something back in return. So you s
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