(…) Be like the birds of the sky!
Have what you can always carry with you: know languages, countries, men. Memory be your travel haversack. Remember, fix it in your memory. Only those bitter seeds will perhaps sprout one day.
Look around, you’re surrounded by men. Maybe you’ll remember one of them for the rest of your life and you’ll be rotting your soul for not questioning him. And speak less: you will hear more. From one island to another in the Archipelago, thin threads of human life are stretched. They intertwine, touch each other one night, perhaps in one of these amazing semibuous wagons, then they move away forever: give your ear to their faint humming and to the uniform noise of the wheels.
It is the spindle of life that beats. (….)
From ‘Arcipelago Gulag’ | Aleksandr Solzenicyn
- Material: Ancient Persian baluch with wool interventions and embroidery
- Size: 45/100 cm