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«Today I saw...» is a special book. Written in prose, it is not inferior to any famous poetic work, as its words naturally touch the most intimate things in every person. This book, written in the genre of reflections on the burning issues of our time, transcends the time and space in which we live, because not a single fragment of it can be called an echo of fleeting preferences that disappear as easily as they appear. So, we have one of those unusual books whose cover tells us little, if anything, but underneath it pulsates a whole world completely different from ours, clouded by pessimism and impersonality; a whole world that, acting as a life-giving balm, becomes an ode to life in each of its myriad forms.