"Oh, how I suffered with this home, how I felt myself shot out through the window, even when it was closed, out through the walls, just out and out and out, where the branches of the old lindens and chestnuts waved at me through the window, where the rain tapped at me, where the wind called out to me, as it rattled in from the brewery through the open window!"

enjoyable. my first Hrabal and definitely won't be my last. however, it takes a bit of time to get used to the run-on sentences and the constant shifting points of view.