Stanislaw Lem's reminiscence of his childhood in Lvov, Poland, in the 1920s and 30s is refreshingly devoid of retrospective reinterpretation. The child's life is explained from a child's eyes. Lem, like many children, was a tinkerer, but more unusually he was also a young bureaucrat, drawing up documents and passports and certificates with his own seals and using a clock part to make perforations. The imagination becomes constricted with age, but some can slip the noose.
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