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“For a few years Trieste once more entered the world’s consciousness, as the Powers argued what to do with it. No longer one of the supreme ports of Europe, it became instead one of those places, like Danzig or Tangier, that have been argued about at international conferences, written about in pamphlets, questioned about in parliamentary debates, less as living cities than as political hypotheses. Winston Churchill, in a famous speech in America, warned the world that an iron curtain had been laid across Europe, dividing democracy and Communism “from Stettin to Trieste.” Abroad the statesmen endlessly parleyed; at home the Triestini of different loyalties, chanting slogans and waving their respective flags, surged about the place rioting. Finally in 1954 the disconsolate and bewildered seaport was given its solution, and Trieste has been what it has been ever since, a geographical and historical anomaly, Italian by sovereignty but in temperament more or less alone.”

Quote by Jan Morris

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Trieste And The Meaning Of Nowhere

This work delves into the history, culture, and atmosphere of Trieste, a city often perceived as a place of transition and ambiguity. The author examines the city's role in shaping the identity of its inhabitants and its position as a crossroads of Eastern and Western influences. The book provides a nuanced understanding of the city's unique character and its symbolic representation of a place that is neither here nor there, both a destination and a point of departure. more

Author

Jan Morris
Jan Morris

Jan Morris is a renowned British historian known for her unique perspective and profound insights. Born on October 2, 1926, she graduated from Oxford University and later became a journalist for the BBC. Morris's works cover a wide range of topics, including history, travel, and literature. Her books, such as 'Venice' and 'Istanbul,' are highly appreciated for their detailed historical content and her distinctive narrative style. more

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