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On the Road to Babadag 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. , , , 21 ,, , , ,,, , ,, google street view , 6 google maps 1978., google street view ,, 70 , 20 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 passage into its interior The strange aspect of this for me is that I, who have never been in Eastern Europe since I wrote this I have been to Romania, and 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 passage into its interior The strange aspect of this for me is that I, who have never been in Eastern Europe since I wrote this I have been to Romania, and loved it , long to be there too, and not just in that street where a blind violin player is led across a dusty road by his young son, but 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 Poland and go through Slovakia, Hungary, Ukraine, Moldova, Serbia, Albania, Bulgaria etc until finally he would reach Babadag, Romania where the book would end 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 Poland and go through Slovakia, Hungary, Ukrain 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 the night when the current roars in the dark and the thaw wipes away the white stains of snow This is the colorful, often poetic prose of a seasoned traveler w I would like to be buried in all those places where I ve

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