A writer without his country is nothing.
— Marek Hlasko
I can't dream about immortal fireflies, but I can fight for human freedom.
At first, one believes in love. Then one crosses a border, a border of time. Then that belief, too, is lost.
The road that led me to literature was very different from the one followed by my fellow writers in Poland.
I've lost Poland. Without Poland, I go down. I've been thrown out; yet I love my country.
