Cafe Country

If one lives in exile, the café becomes at once the family home, the nation, the church and parliament, a desert and a place of pilgrimage, cradle of illusions and their cemetery …. In exile, the café is the one place where life goes on.

– Hermann Kesten (1900-1996)[*]


[*] Quoted in George Prochnik, The Impossible Exile: Stefan Zweig at the End of the World (New York: Other Press, 2014), 170.