Nie ma ekspresów przy żołtych drogach – Andrzej Stasiuk

I think this is the only Stasiuk's book I read, I remember few years ago I accidentally went to his author's night and, as it sometimes happens, felt an instant dislike for him as a person, everything he said felt irritatingly arrogant to me. Obviously after that I never felt the urge to read his …

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