But Ryszard was a traveler and before I got to ask him where he would go next, he left. I miss(ed) him.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Travel with Ryszard Kapuśćinski – an elegy.
A few nights ago a 74 year old man died in Poland . I met him once in a bookstore in Kraków’s Stalinist model town Nowa Huta. He was introduced to me by a pretty blonde teacher with a walking stick. I immediately understood his language, which was so rewarding after only a year of study. His name was Ryszard and he took me to the airport. We went to India , China and, of course, Africa . Surprisingly, and almost contemporaneously, he also showed me the ancient Mediterranean – while I took him to Bavaria , Edinburgh , and Moscow .
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