“The borders at the edge of old Europe must have looked like this: emptiness, wind, and garrisons, where you wait for something, for the enemy perhaps, and when the years pass and the enemy doesn’t show, you put a bullet through your head out of boredom.”

- Andrzej Stasiuk, On the Road to Babadag, pg. 51

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(Source: literalab)