It is a tender and beautifully told story of memory, family and love. A life imbued with the spirit of Prague and the loved ones left behind.įavel Parrett’s deep emotional insight and stellar literary talent shine through in this love letter to the strong women who bind families together, despite dislocation and distance. Here, Mana and Bill have made a life for themselves and their granddaughter. Inside, the smell of warm pipe tobacco and homemade cakes. Melbourne, 1980: Mala Liska’s grandma holds her hand as they climb the stairs to their third floor flat. The world can go to hell for all he cares because Babi is waiting for him in the warm flat. A young boy can slip right under the heavy blanket that covers this city – the fear cannot touch him. His anger slaps Eva, but his hate will change everything, as war forces so many lives into small, brown suitcases. Eva runs into him, hits the pavement hard. Suddenly a man steps out, a man wearing a hat. Prague, 1938: Eva flies down the street from her sister. No matter what.A tender and masterfully told story of memory, family and love.

Melbourne, 1980: Mala Li ka’s grandma holds her hand as they climb the stairs to their third floor flat. Prague, 1938: Eva flies down the street from her sister.

There was still love by favel parrett