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“in reference to Persepolis and all palaces, cities and temples of the past: could these wonders have come into being without that suffering? without the overseer's whip, the slave's fear, the ruler's vanity? was not the monumentality of past epochs created by that which is negative and evil in man?”

Quote by Ryszard Kapuscinski

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Ryszard Kapuscinski
Ryszard Kapuscinski

Ryszard Kapuscinski (March 4, 1932 – January 23, 2007) was a Polish journalist, writer, and poet, widely regarded as one of the greatest journalists of the 20th century. He gained fame for his in-depth coverage of conflicts and revolutions in Africa, Latin America, and the Middle East, blending factual reporting with literary narrative. Born in Pinsk, Poland, he studied history at the University of Warsaw and later worked for the Polish Press Agency. He reported on 27 revolutions and coups, including the Angolan Civil War, the Iranian Revolution, and the Ethiopian famine. His notable works include 'The Emperor,' 'The Soccer War,' and 'Travels with Herodotus,' translated into many languages. His writing profoundly explores power, violence, and human nature, influencing generations of journalists and writers. more

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