I remember having to read kafka, gogol's the cape and some other stuff by some local authors like how a guy sold off his daughter to a rich nobleman to be his concubine in exchange for a big farmstead, but then burnt it down out of guilt, or another story about how a poor peasant guy only had money to eat veggie soup every day then he got invited to the wedding of the lord's daughter, so he decided to not eat for days before the wedding, then during the wedding he absolutely stuffed himself, then felt sick, went to lay down and die, and I always just thought, who the fuck cares about these random ass niggas, wish I was watching naruto instead