I see you, as you stand in the garden with raspberry bush. It is warm and no wind. Apart from your feet lies a wicker basket. Hand lazily chased wasp. He returns several times, until finally gives up and goes to the rows of black currant. (...) Do not hurry, and besides, I never liked rush. I'm sitting on the windowsill and look. I love to watch you.
small green Bornholm, Danish island, where the climate and the formation of our visitors to tourists probably fall into the permanent memory. The same is true with a book by Hubert Klimko - Dobrzaniecki, if mirrored by the striking power of beauty and originality in the title - Bornholm, Bornholm . This book, about which so quickly forgotten. Even the mere fact that I read it some time ago, did not I put on the shelf, but left the hand. Still in sight provoked me, pushing the peace did not give a thought, something has already taken quite distant. All of them seemed to whisper that they do not allow for forgotten. This last novel, the author of the first things and House Rose is the life stories of two men, joined the island of Bornholm. The first one we know from the meetings with the unconscious mother. The man raised on the island is visited by her in the hospital and under treatment - I do not know whether more women unconscious, or his sick psyche - tells her his life, his feelings, which was hiding somewhere deep hurt. The second man is the father of two children, and not very exemplary man, not really loving it (I think) his wife, which took place on Bornholm military service during World War II.
Horst Bartlik sat in a wicker chair in his office. He stared at the wall hung with showcases full of butterflies. His eyes stopped on a small display case, in which bonded to the substrate presented to Admiral undine and swallowtail. (...) I grabbed it for your mother. Stuck in her hair. Be embarrassed. (...) Bartlik, looking at these two specimens, once again asking the question in my mind: are they ever loved?
This seemingly unconnected stories. Involuntarily but the reader will try to find something that connects these two lots. Delving into flashbacks of her son, balancing on the edge of insanity in the present father and husband. Do you have something in common these men? In addition to the gray matter of history combine their women. Vile and heartless mother who broke her own child lives and terrorizing his wife, husband, parasite on him like a praying mantis, a man needs only to issue the offspring. Seeking an escape from women, men resort to thoughts of murder and participation in the war.
You know mom, lives in New Guinea a bird that when tokowania is so delighted with him, so it is preoccupied with his tail and swelling goiter, the colors of paradise that takes such a bizarre position that nothing but myself can not see. You too my przypominałaś this bird.
Bornholm Bornholm raises real problems, not hiding anything, do not exaggerate. Book Klimko - Dobrzaniecki is stripped of all upiększaczy. It's rough history of liberating all the smells of life, even - perhaps especially - the least pleasant. History smelling death, passing away, the hatred and sorrow. Stuffy. In this book, Bornholm is a symbol of something beautiful, but distant, difficult to get an ideal on the horizon jawiącego. How do other people's lives, which seems to us more beautiful and better than your own - just as it seemed to the heroes Klimko - Dobrzaniecki. Bornholm, as a green island of hope for the better. A book? Brave, because difficult, some strangely simple, yet complex, like a moment, and that lasted.
quotes from the book
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