Olga Tokarczuk: ‘It’s autumn in our countries now, the foggiest, darkest and most rainy season. A time of year when it’s easy to lose hope and to give in to negative thoughts.’

In one of your poems you write about the spring that will come. On our geographical latitudes,
where for a long time the winter covers the world in darkness and cold, that’s a powerful
metaphor. I understand it well. The spring always comes.

(Olga Tokarczuk ~ from a letter to Kaciaryna Andrejeva, imprisoned in Belarus | more at Pen International)