Gdzie bogowie się dogadują
Quando gli dei si parlano

Summary/Abstract: Fragment of the author’s text: “I travel alone because solitariness without any filters and covers is indispensable in an encounter and always remains a path leading towards people and amongst them. True, I have my loyal companions: hurriedness and the fear that I shall not be on time. Sometimes, I am late. Or perhaps I map sites to be eliminated? They prove to be too fragile not only in the face of phantasmas but also of popularity transforming holy places into the amusement parks of photographers. It is thus better to obliterate names, dates, and trails, to use invisible ink for writing key words on this unearthly map, which ignores walls raised by the preachers and protagonists of the global brawl. From the very heart of Asia to Latin America, from the Maghreb to the Middle East, from the source of the Nile to the mouth of the Onega. Wherever signs, presences, gestures, and glances emerge from the shadows of monotheism. This means Africa, or rather many Africas, with its gods exiled in the manner of people, the womb of the last living archetypes, where religiosity, in other words, literally a bond, is created in mutual contact between the living and the dead, an endless conversation with ancestors. Places where words are not separated from things, and which are inhabited, just like ancient Greece, by deities created in the shape of man”.

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