During one of the battles at the front of the First World War, a mine exploded next to Hemingway, resulting in 227 injuries. To stand on his feet, he had to withstand 12 operations. However, the physical trauma was stronger than physical suffering, which had an effect throughout the life of the writer and developed into a pernicious mental illness in his last years. Recalling his first steps in the literary field in Paris, Hemingway talked about how he went to a cafe in the morning, where he actually wrote: “Blue notebooks, two pencils and a sharpener, marble tables, the smell of early morning, fresh and and a bit of luck – that’s all that was required, and luck should bring a horse chestnut and a rabbit’s paw in the right pocket. The rabbit’s paw fur long ago erased, and the bones and tendons have become as polished. The claws scraped the lining of the pocket, and you knew that your luck was with you. “During his life, Hemingway twice got into car accidents and twice into aviation accidents, several times disoriented newspapers responded to these news with obituaries.