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Sebald's weaving of different narratives creates a dreamlike atmosphere. Did this approach deepen the sense of loss or make it harder to connect?

The mix of fact and fiction feels deliberate and poignant. I wonder what prompted the author to blur these lines in telling the stories of emigrants.

Sebald's detailed descriptions evoke a sense of history's weight. How did those images shape your understanding of the characters' experiences?