Few people understand the experience of being on the move as a way of life like the Polish writer Andrzej Stasiuk. His fifty pieces of short prose about traveling take place in the sparsely populated areas along the Polish-Ukrainian border, in the Siberian steppe, and transport us all the way to China and Mongolia. It is a book about uprooted artists from the Lemko-Slovak province who stroll arm in arm down Broadway. It offers impressions and meditations on the end of settled life, a love letter to the untouched, unwritten space, to the Mongolian steppe, the purest landscape where there is nothing but sky and earth. A breviary for experience-hungry readers who feel a pang in their hearts at the thought of a world beyond their own.