"Every history - including every page of Herodotus - demonstrates...that the present existed always, that history is merely an uninterrupted progression of presents, that what for us are ancient events were for those who lived them immediate and present reality."

I absolutely adored this book, and am so sad that I finished it on the train yesterday. Kapuściński deftly and poetically weaves together his first tastes of travel and of the world beyond the bounds of post-war Poland with Herodotus's exploration and recounting of the known world, much smaller and yet vaster than that experienced by the author. If it's possible to eagerly anticipate one's commute, I did so for the weeks that Kapuściński and Herodotus were my companions.