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“Lubię pisać listy. Zawsze myślałem, że gdybym urodził się w bogatej rodzinie i trzysta lat temu tam, gdzie urodziłem się w biedzie, we Florencji, chciałbym tylko podróżować po całym świecie, żeby pisać listy. Dziennikarstwo do pewnego stopnia pozwoliłó mi robić coś podobnego, ale byłem ograniczony iłością miejsca, terminami, wymogami języka. Teraz w końcu mogę po prostu pisać listy.”

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Lettere contro la guerra

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Tiziano Terzani
Tiziano Terzani

Tiziano Terzani was an Italian journalist renowned for his extensive coverage of China. Born on September 14, 1938, in Florence, Italy, he spent over three decades in China, reporting for various Italian media outlets. Terzani's work provided valuable insights into China's political, social, and cultural landscape, earning him a reputation as a leading expert on the country. more

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