Haruki Murakami primio je u ponedjeljak u Pragu ovogodisnju Medjunarodnu literarnu nagradu Franz Kafka. Najvise me kosnulo ono sto je izjavio na novinskoj konferenciji uoci primitka nagrade: 'Ovo je moja prva press-konferencija u zivotu, i mozda i zadnja'.
Sva sreca sto Murakamijeve knjige izlaze cesce nego on sam.
Evo meni vrlo dojmljivog odlomka iz djela kojim je autor zasluzio spomenutu nagradu, 'Umibe no Kafuka' (Kafka na obali), i kojim je po vlastitim rijecima zelio odati priznanje Kafki kao svom omiljenom piscu jos od petnaeste godine zivota.

'Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why ? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and pling up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverised bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.


And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about. '

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