[BOOKS] ✭ Jada̜c do Babadag By Andrzej Stasiuk – Golanvideoagency.info

Andrzej Stasiuk Is A Restless And Indefatigable Traveler His Journeys Take Him From His Native Poland To Slovakia, Hungary, Romania, Slovenia, Albania, Moldova, And Ukraine By Car, Train, Bus, Ferry To Small Towns And Villages With Unfamiliar Sounding Yet Strangely Evocative Names The Heart Of My Europe, Stasiuk Tells Us, Beats In Sokolow, Podlaski, And In Husi, Not In Vienna Where Did Moldova End And Transylvania Begin, He Wonders As He Is Being Driven At Breakneck Speed In An Ancient Audi Loose Wires Hanging From The Dashboard By A Driver In Shorts And Bare Feet, A Cross Swinging On His Chest In Comrat, A Funeral Procession Moves Slowly Down The Main Street, The Open Coffin On A Pickup Truck, An Old Woman Dressed In Black Brushing Away The Flies Above The Face Of The Deceased On To Soroca, A Baroque Byzantine Tatar Turkish Encampment, To Meet Gypsies And All The Way To Babadag, Between The Baltic Coast And The Black Sea, Where Stasiuk Sees His First Minaret, Simple And Severe, A Pencil Pointed At The Sky A Brilliant Tour Of Europe S Dark Underside Travel Writing At Its Very Best Jada̜c do Babadag

About the Author: Andrzej Stasiuk

Andrzej Stasiuk is one of the most successful and internationally acclaimed contemporary Polish writers, journalists and literary critics He is best known for his travel literature and essays that describe the reality of Eastern Europe and its relationship with the West.After being dismissed from secondary school, Stasiuk dropped out also from a vocational school and drifted aimlessly, became act

10 thoughts on “Jada̜c do Babadag

  1. says:

    If this photograph by Andr Kert sz takes hold of your thoughts and your imagination, you might understand why Andrzej Stasiuk writes It s possible that everything I ve written so far began with this photographThe space of this photograph hypnotizes me, and all my travelling has had only one purpose to find, at long last, the secret

  2. says:

    On the Road to Babadag won all possible awards in Poland and for a while it was all everybody was reading and talking about So imagine my disappointment when I started reading it and all I wanted to do was to hurl it against the wall It s because I thought this would be a travel book I thought Stasiuk would leave some small town in Po

  3. says:

    I would like to be buried in all those places where I ve been before and will be again My head among the green hills of Zempl n, my heart somewhere in Transylvania, my right hand in Chornohora, my left in Spi sk Bel , my sight in Bukovina, my sense of smell in R inari, my thoughts perhaps in this neighborhood This is how I imagine th

  4. says:

    Das ist das wahre Gesicht meiner Gegend, meines Teils des Kontinents die Ver nderung, die nichts ver ndert, die Bewegung, die sich in sich selbst ersch pft Unterwegs nach Babadag ist eine weitere Station auf Andrzej Stasiuks endloser literarischer Reise durch die Terra incognita des europ ischen Ostens Die Orte und Gegend

  5. says:

    Seemed like a 10 page essay that became a 250 page book through repetition repetition and repetition This is a po mo travel book travel without identifying context, just an endless list of Eastern European place names obscure enough to make you feel at first ashamed of your own ignorance and finally simply annoyed at the repeated refusal to co

  6. says:

    A strange little book Since the author jumped around a lot, I gave myself permission to read it randomly I was mostly interested in what he experienced in Hungary, so I searched out those sections first, came across a passage, which I will quote in full, because it gets to the quirky loveliness of Stasiuk s writing Nothing in Talkib nya, a villag

  7. says:

    Volim, dakle, taj balkanski kupleraj, madjarski, slovacki i poljski, tu cudesnu tezu materije, tu prekrasnu snenost, tu iskuliranost cinjenica, to mirno, doslijedno pijanstvo tacno u podne i te maglovite poglede koji bez muke krstare kroz stvarnost, da bi, liseni straha, pustili nistavilu da pukne pred ocima Nista tu ne mogu Srce moje Evrope kuc

  8. says:

    Jestem tak zachwycona, e p ki co nie wiem jak ubra to w s owa.

  9. says:

    If you enjoy reading about crumbling stucco, peeling paintwork, places forgotten by time and the outside world, the backwaters of Eastern Europe and the Balkans, byways hidden by mist, melancholia, ferries to nowhere, drinking in forlorn bars, decay, the detritus of post communism, village squares overgrown with untended trees, and sleepy border crossings

  10. says:

    I would say I finish 95% of the books I start BUt this one didn t make the cut I picked it up because it was about the Balkans and Eastern Europe my favourite places Further, the overarching theme, the second hand europe, that is not really Europe a land that frightens most, that is whispered by Westerners with a certain cautionary toneas the place to travel

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