‘Abroad?’ she said, surprised and slightly frightened, because in those days going abroad was no ordinary matter. ‘Where? What for!’ she asked.
‘I was thinking about Czechoslovakia.’ I answered. I wouldn’t have dared to say something like Paris or London, and frankly they didn’t really interest me, I couldn’t even imagine them. This was only about crossing the border – somewhere. It made no difference which one, because what was important was not the destination, the goal, the end, but the almost mystical and transcendent act. Crossing the border.
A year passed following that conversation. The telephone rang in our newsroom. The editor in chief was summoning me to her office. “You know,” she said, as I stood before her desk, “we are sending you. You’ll go to India.”
‘Travels with Herodotus’, Penguin Books 2008, pagina 10. Het begin van de stormachtige opmars van de Poolse historicus / journalist Ryszard Kapuściński.