Die Welt hinter Dukla

I would like to call it poetry. It seems to be a novel but as the author puts it: it does not have an beginning nor an end. It is a flowing sequence of descriptions, impressions, memories, landscape snippets. I read it as novel but this is not the way how I should have approached it. You can just read random pages and enjoy the flow of words.This is especially true if you have a relation to that region an d culture – Dukla in the southern Polish mountains. It evoked also smells from my childhood, sometimes really intense feelings without knowing why. It will definitely take a prominent place on my bookshelf in order to read in it once in a while.