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A Polish friend used to lecture me at length about the tragic complexities of her country's past. Occasionally I would interpolate a comment, in a doomed effort to show that I had understood. No, she would insist, you don't get it. At one point, I became somewhat exasperated and suggested resentfully that, for her, these were things that only a Pole could appreciate. 'Not quite,' she replied. 'Garton Ash—he understands.'
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