I am delighted to share a translated excerpt from Kaśka Bryla’s latest novel, mein vater der gulag die krähe und ich / ‘my father the gulag the crow and me’ (Residenz, 2025
I am sitting on a tram which no longer exists. When I was a child and later a teenager this tram, the ‘Ringbahn’, used to circle around the inner district of my Vienna, my
