Georgi Gospodinov

Спомн_м _и как п_ез ле_ни_е _ледобеди, кои_о п_ека_ва_ _ам, баба ми, п_ив___ила дома_на_а _або_а, __да_е до п_озо_е_а на _ве_ло и ваде_е о_ _во_ _к_и_ен _анд_к една ог_омна _ибли_ _ _в__ди ко_и_и, обви_а _ _огава_ни_ о_и_иозен ве__ник "_або_ни_е_ко дело" по кон_пи_а_ивни п_и_ини. _е_е знае_, _е ком_низм__ и _ибли__а никак не _е оби_а_а.

Why is it that places thousands of miles from my childhood village home send me back, opening the sluice-gates of the past? Well, we are all emigrants from the homeland of our childhoods. It may be, then, that the natural place to meet ourselves as children is 'abroad', and that includes the foreign country of our growing up and aging. So it is that the personal, physical feeling of departure from the time of childhood may merge in a special symbiosis with geographical departure, biography and geography resonating now on a single wavelength.