Two stories of escape from different times: at the time of the Second World War from Poland – today from Syria.
The assignment in my studies, thoughts on longing journeys in times of Corona, seemed absurd to me. Absurd that the Mediterranean in those days was – and still is – a seaside holiday and a struggle for survival. So the longing journeys became stories about escape: my grandfather’s story and my university friend’s near past. The longing to arrive. Not having to go any further.
A book in shades of grey, with lighter and darker moments. You start off into the unknown. No page numbers or chapters, no table of contents and no explanation.