Galina Peshikan

In these stories, ‘not all we seek is the sky above or the road ahead… Everyone has their own wound. For some, it is their impoverished past. For others, humiliations they have experienced, for still others, simply illness or misfortune.’

Shadows of Invisible dogs, stories fixated on the occasional twists of thought/feeling. The characters are seeing the extraordinary in the mundane, there, where it may not exist. The shadows of their "own muddled life" remain simply in some "happy afternoon". Somehow, their own intangible destiny had silently abandoned them somewhere on the long journey with their wounds. Where had that sad separation occurred? When?

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В тази селекция от разкази, героите са странни и необичайни. Образите им са уникални и изникват от дълбочините на спомените. Сенките от техния “собствен, объркан живот” остават единствено в “някой щастлив следобед”. (Сенките на невидимите кучета) Дадено е предимство на общочовешките, универсални въпроси: “каква е тази власт, която в безумната си лакомия унищожава онези над които властвува?” (От горе до долу) Или: “Свободата… За колко от нас, сукали мимантично при честите й ала мними патетични разголвания, бъдещето не е вече каквото беше, нито пък миналото ще става по-добро…
Но в очакването на новото Годò, защо пък да не пораснем? Тихо да затворим цитатния речник и обърнем душите си, тези огрубели ръкавици, към живото слово – само живото слово долавя менливия пулс на нашата, човешката, ситуация... Че тази, сегашната, ситуация в която вярваме не е задължително истина, че което харесваме не е задължително хубаво, че всички въпроси, от началото на света, все още чакат своя отговор.” (Вариации на тема свобода)

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The Stranger, ‘what was he to me, this phantom enshrouded in visions, sinking further away as the years went by, deeper and deeper into a reality, which I could but hate? What did his appearances and exits forebode? I still do not know…
I would run into him on multiple occasions and in different circumstances. Besides, all these encounters coincided with major events of my life, though most of them had sunk into oblivion and now only his ghostly appearances on this stage, passing by and beyond, illuminate those rare moments.
‘Was he simply the good or the evil prophet? Even such discrimination was beyond my power to discern from the complicated night spirals he had woven into my path.’

‘The atmosphere in these stories is somehow reminiscent of Patrick Modiano – a fog in which every detail is distinct and crystal-clear, yet we have no idea where we are. And we wander and jostle against each other like in a crowded aquarium, making heroic existential efforts to find out how and why we are there, and who is watching from outside?’ – Literary Forum