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Ritti Soncco ist in in Perú geboren, aufgewachsen ist sie in Afrika. Ihr Schreibstil kennt keine Grenzen zwischen Autobiografie und magischer Realismus. In ihren Büchern sammelt Ritti Soncco die Realität und Träume der diversen Ländern in der sie einst lebte, und mischt sie zu freier Literatur, das sich wie Zuhause anfühlt.

"Kafkaesque mutet an, was Ritti Soncco schreibt" (Neu-Ulmer Zeitung)

 

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Bis Ende Februar 2012 reist Ritti Soncco durch Perú um Informationen für ihre nächsten Roman zu sammeln. Folge ihre Reise auf ihrem englischsprachigen Blog  http://rittisoncco.wordpress.com !

 

 

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Delightfully Bad Blogging

No, we are not throwing my beloved blog to the dogs. It’s been challenging keeping the blog alive while on the road, mostly because when you’re on the road, well, you’re On The Road. You’re spending 12 hours on a night bus freezing and worrying because the bus is rocking to and fro like a boat on the high seas and you know that on either side of this narrow dirt road is a 1000 meter drop down the legendary Andes. Or you’re trying to get on a boat to see the islands of Lake Titicaca but the boat engine goes up in smoke five minutes after boarding.

Or you ate fish after midday and nursed the worst stomach ache of your life for two weeks, during which everything else (even the blog) can go straight to hell. You’re trying to find a ladder so that you can break into your hostel room at 7 in the morning after New Year’s Eve, because the hostel staff lost your key, have no spare or master key (“What’s that?”), and are calling you a liar in Quechua. You’re standing on the side of the road at 11 at night, sadly watching a stranger drive off with everything you own because you put your rucksack in the boot of his car, and the switch to open it broke. So you tried to dismantle the car with friendly, but drunk strangers (one of which keeps serenading the event and demanding payment for his singing afterwards), and you now know how to remove the backseat of a car. You also know about the gallon of gas right behind that backseat, which will blow if you – or any of your new drunk friends – keep rattling at it so hard...

 

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