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Stiff

Ryszard Kapuściński

‘On the flatbed lies a coffin. Atop the black box is a garland of haggard angels.’

The Lazy River

Ryszard Kapuściński

‘One cannot compare the tropical forest with any European forest or with any equatorial jungle.’

A Tour of Angola

Ryszard Kapuściński

‘You have to learn how to live with the check-points and to respect their customs, if you want to travel without hindrance and reach your destination alive.’

Imperium

Ryszard Kapuściński

Ryszard Kapuściński, once the only foreign correspondent for the Polish Press Agency, on the concept of borders.

Warsaw Diary (Part Two: 1983)

Ryszard Kapuściński

‘History as class struggle? As a struggle of systems? Agreed: but history is equally the struggle between culture and the mob, between humanity and bestiality.’

When There is Talk of 1945

Ryszard Kapuscinski

‘All through the war I dream of shoes.’

A Warsaw Diary

Ryszard Kapuściński

‘In Poland we read every text as allusive; every situation described - even the most remote in time and space - is immediately applied to Poland.’

The Ghost in the Kimono

Raghu Karnad

Deep in the dense volume of Delhi’s history Raghu Kardad investigates ‘the remarkable, untold story of the Japanese in the Old Fort’.

Here Comes the Sun | New Voices

Jaime Karnes

‘It’s more love than anyone has ever felt, I’m sure. I have an urge to donate it to children in Africa, or give it to the girl that works the kiosk in the mall. I’ll give it to a lonely continent.’

Whale

Panos Karnezis

‘Whale arrived at work a little after seven with black circles round his eyes’.

Grandma Moore’s Cancer

Mary Karr

‘Those are only rumours of suffering. Real suffering has a face and a smell. And it knows your name.’

Berlin by Night

Ed Kashi

Ed Kashi’s photographs of nightlife in Berlin for Granta 42: Krauts!

The Common Cold

Laura Kasischke

‘But here we are again, you and I, the / two of us, tangled / up and biological.’

The first resurrection

Laura Kasischke

‘The moth locked up all / winter in the strongbox.’