! In the city where I live, there is a lovely little restaurant dedicated to Ernest Hemingway. From time to time, I like to go there, drink tea, and have something sweet — because, let’s be honest, literature is wonderful, but literature with cake is even better. The books, the cosy atmosphere, and the thoughtful design of the place always make me think of this remarkable writer. ERNEST HEMINGWAY [ˈɜːnɪst ˈhemɪŋweɪ] was not just a writer — he was a man who lived as he wrote: boldly, intensely, and with a thirst for adventure. His life read like one of his novels — filled with war, travel, love, and tragedy. As a young man, he served as an ambulance driver for the Red Cross during World War I. He was wounded, spent time in a hospital, and fell in love with a nurse — an experience that later became the foundation for A Farewell to Arms. In the 1930s, he travelled to Spain to report on the Spanish Civil War, and during World War II, he did more than just write about the war — he allege