Come on, is your heart a sponge or a fist?

At the end of the day, it's about the reader's attachment to and belief in the magical elements that make or break magical realism.

Wash the bones, bring the body, leave the heart behind.

In my earliest memory, my grandfather is bald as a stone and he takes me to see the tigers.

My grandfather and I were very close.

For me it was a lot harder to come to terms with the death of my grandfather than it was to come to terms with what's happened to the former Yugoslavia.

A family has its own rituals and its own superstitions.