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      • Literature & Literary Studies
        May 2024

        Yesterday you were angry at green

        by Eliza Kącka

        I knew I always had to be ready for the wild, weird scenario. And that we had to stick together in it. This autobiographical prose is uncompromising and bravura. It is a story about the double experience of a certain otherness and of not fitting into a socially imposed framework. About the painstaking but beautiful process of building a difficult, non-obvious relationship. About being a mother and a daughter. About life leeway, performing the world and dredging up knowledge. About courage; about love. About living in a cocoon and emerging as a butterfly. About how much words can mean and what it's like to see them in colour.

      • Prose: non-fiction
        March 2023

        Mein Gott, How Beautiful

        by Filip Springer

        In May 1787, a ship with a secret cargo arrives in the port of Swinemünde. Moments later, the captain, Winfried Koschke, shows the first signs of madness. Shortly after returning from his great voyage to South America, the famous Alexander von Humboldt stands on top of the Rosengarten and says that he has one of the three most beautiful views in the world.This is not reportage. It's a half-fictional, half-documentary story in which the landscape is the main character. Travelling by bicycle through the territory of the eastern provinces of Prussia, later called the Recovered Territories, the author follows in the footsteps of people who, seized by a vision of progress, joined the industrial revolution and gradually transformed the world around them. Part of the story takes place on the Oder, Europe's first regulated river, and part in the forests of Prakwice, where Kaiser Wilhelm II, battling his own demons, wiped out the deer population.Springer looks at the landscape in the same way as 19th-century lithographers, the builders of the Prussian railway or the father of Polish photography, Jan Bulhak. In doing so, he tries to understand where this inescapable premonition of having been here once comes from.

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