Over a century ago, he wrote for us the story of a special adventure, a journey into the human soul, a complex exploration of existential sinkholes of man. Sure, maybe you’ve already read this book, but Teodor Konrad Nalecz Warzeniowski – Joseph Conrad – can be read again, and I invite you to do so, because the atmospheres and moods to which its pages are impregnated, now, will be different for you, how you are different from then.
Him, an exile on the edge of the abyss of two centuries of blood, lived and dreamed in solitude, leaving the sailor Marlow the story of his journey into the heart of Africa, the continent where the sailor meets Kurtz, a man who had fallen not only in the grim darkness of the forest, but also in the darkness that lurked in his heart, as well as in everyone’s heart.
Leafing through the pages of the novel, you will find yourself not only the Congo and its sack by the Europeans, because in that journey in words, in the jungle and in the lives of men, too Yoùre with their short existence of the journey, arriving at their and your “wilderness”. Just like them, you too will observe where the light fades silently hopes, on the edge of a horizon which we call “life.”