{"id":9360,"date":"2019-10-11T10:54:22","date_gmt":"2019-10-11T07:54:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9360"},"modified":"2019-10-13T11:01:33","modified_gmt":"2019-10-13T08:01:33","slug":"bieguni-olga-tokarczuk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9360","title":{"rendered":"Bieguni, Olga Tokarczuk"},"content":{"rendered":"

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<\/td>\n The book “Flights” kept me reading without breaks. The title in English didn’t catch the real meaning of BIEGUNI. I would rather have called the book “Pilgrimages”. Anyway, this book isn’t an “116 stories” traveler’s atlas and Olga Tokarchuk isn’t a storyteller nor a pilgrim. I swallowed this book first to last page as a pilgrimage inside our brain to every cell of our body, the most marvelous map of the most marvelous world. I traveled helped by the pituitary gland and the amygdala to the most interesting landscape of our nerves, blood vessels, the smallest muscle – the tongue, and I kept near me the Cairos God, having Chopin’s heart and Filip Verheyen amputated leg.
\nBIEGUNI is a circle: no beginning and no end. All the so called stories intertwine in a timeless and spaceless time, no past nor future between HERE I AM and I’M HERE.
\nThe human body, the most interesting planet, it is traveled by a pilgrim mind in a static motion, having a world in my head and under the command: “Citizens of the World Pick up Your Pens!”. I salivated at Swastikas and I understood that I myself am in constant motion to escape the Evil, I myself see an “Amphitheatre in Sleep”everywhere I am.
\nYes, the geography of our brain is in a constant motion: we are pilgrims in our own bodies.<\/span> <\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Maria Magdalena Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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