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“Es gibt nun mal solche Bücher, die schon auf wenigen Seiten, in wenigen Sätzen eine so starke Welt evozieren, dass uns die „Fortsetzung“ nicht mehr interessiert, die weitere Lektüre überflüssig oder gar unmöglich erscheint. Man hat einfach nicht mehr die Kraft dazu. Natürlich kommen wir irgendwann darauf zurück, um die nächste Dosis Rauschgift – oder Gift – zu konsumieren.”

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Andrzej Stasiuk
Andrzej Stasiuk

Andrzej Stasiuk is a Polish writer born on September 25, 1960. His works are known for their unique narrative style and profound depiction of Eastern European life. more

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