With a suitcase in hand, and the wrap in which her daughter Kaya sleeps on her back, Ingrid Barrowe sets off from the island that bears her name, on a journey across Norway to search for her child's father. And everywhere you go, you ask one question: Does anyone remember a Russian who fled across the mountain during the last winter before the war ended?
During her journey, and through her meetings with many people, Ingrid realizes that war leaves its scars on people, but peace also works with memory. Will you find the person you are looking for? How well does she really know about the man she's risking everything to find?
"The Eyes of Rigel" is a poetic and harsh story about a post-war people, and about people's destinies, told from the perspective of an extraordinary woman who slowly discovers that the truth is the first casualty of peace.
Manifestations of Mohammed bin Rashid
Horses are in the character of Mohammed bin Rashid, the alphabet of language, and the dialectic of primary longings. They are the moment of brilliance in the race, in the context, and in the eternal view. They are a horse in the poetry of the poem, they are the cooing on the dewy branches, they are the curls at noon. We approach the youth of horses and the blink of a poem, and the brilliance awes us, and our ancient history, butterflies spread their sheets on the horseback with the chivalry of the nobles, and the youth of the nobles. We approach, while we are in the field, a feeling, a sky, studded with the verses of the Transfiguration and the spirit of the pure, we approach the horses of Muhammad bin Rashid, as if we are reading a poem by the most famous stallions. Poets, we approach a wild flower embraced by longing in a reddish soil. We approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we are following the steps of a language full of song. We approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid as if we are stepping into space. We approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we are drawing a picture of a star dancing in the sky. Heaven, we approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we are reciting the story of light in the imagination of the pious. We approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we are walking on a carpet of water. We approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we are flying with wings whose feathers are made of beautiful braids. We approach the horses of Muhammad. Bin Rashid, as if we were kissing the lip of the air. We were approaching the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we were hugging a rose on the equator. We were approaching the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we were lining up the letters of a poem in the style of Haifa. We were approaching the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we were crossing a river whose birds were in the same pattern. Eternity, we approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we were in the presence of Greek philosophies, we approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we were in the original, and in the chapter, the secret in the seismic leap controversy, we approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we were in the Houma and Jaljaliyya, approaching the horses of Mohammed Bin Rashid, as if we were in the hermitage of brilliance and oriental gumption. We approached the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid as if we were in the cloud’s sheath and the generous miniatures of abundance. We approached the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid as if we were in the heart of the cloud, rich in dust.
978-9933-641-97-9 Summer harvest seasons, the colors of rivers, fish and stones, the warmth of celebrations in a small village, a wheat field facing the ocean, and the gentle touch of a small octopus on a bare foot... images that Le Clezio conjures from his early childhood in the region. Brutani, breathing life into it, with a captivating narration, before moving on to tell about his first encounter with war, hunger, and anxiety in the city of Nice.
In this book, the French writer Jean-Marie Gustave Leclezio goes beyond recounting memories, to approach the war and its lasting impact on his childhood, trying to understand the mysterious void it leaves inside everyone who lived through it, and then deeply explains the cultural and historical nature of the “less fortunate” cities in France, It entangles you in love with cities you have never visited
