Tuesday, May 26, 2009

The stranger



The novel The Stranger by Albert Camus is well known. What is it to be a stranger. Homeless. You don't feel at home anywhere. Contemplating this is serious matter. Another country, another environment, another people, another kind of philosophy, of thinking.
Poland is anotherness. Innych. The different country, and what exactly is this difference. It's the obvious. Oczywisty. It is the things that the Polish people doesn't discuss. That's it. Dobrze.
Selbstverständlich. Det selvfølgelige, in Norwegian, the things that just is so. And you just say «of course». Dobrze. Ikke sant.
That which you cannot discuss, that is the core of Poland.
Difficult.
The truth. What is Polish truths. I try to make some excavation in this, but you don't reach it here, it is unthematic.
What do Poles not talk about. Themselves. Poles are good people. Polish is a good language. For them.
If they cannot speak Polish, they get nervous.
For them, Poland is a methaphysical concept. And Polish a holy language.
Here we are, and that is the reason why we don't know Poles and the Polish language.

1 comment:

Sebastian said...

live in Norway and I feel EXACTLY the same as you! Exactly ... and I almost forgot to say I am a Pole