“It is good to come to a country you know practically nothing about. Your thoughts grow still, useless. Everything must be rebuilt. In a country you know nothing about, there is no reference point. You struggle to associate colors, smells, dim memories. You live a little like a child, or an animal. Objects and events may bring things to mind, but in the end they remain no more than what they are in fact. They begin only when you experience them, vanish when others follow.” KnowsMindMayChildrenLittlesStillsEndsCountryFactsGrowsMemoriesAnimalStruggleEventsObjectsColorSmellUselessAssociates Book:On the Road to Babadag: Travels in the Other Europe Source: On the Road to Babadag: Travels in the Other Europe
