Steven Ford Brown
I developed a friendly relationship with the Russian writer Natalia at the Swedish Writer’s Union in Stockholm. Before I left I shared a conversation with Her about our mutual interest in the American and Russian writers of our reading histories. As we talked on a bench in the garden, the world around us expanded as literary angels above listened to our conversation. The sky was busy towing its infinite, luminous blue cargo net of birds, clouds, human dreams, and sunlight towards the end of day. We said goodbye and separated in two different directions: I would return to America and Natalia back to Moscow. Inspired by the fullness of this trip on the way to the airport, I suddenly wanted to sneak aboard a train and continue on a night trip to Portugal, to Lisbon, to enjoy more Europe! Not less, but more Europe.
Excerpt from ”Memoir: An Afternoon With Tomas Transtromer in Stockholm”