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class=\"kt-adv-heading603_3937b1-09 wp-block-kadence-advancedheading has-theme-palette-3-color has-text-color\" data-kb-block=\"kb-adv-heading603_3937b1-09\">Leonie Hodkevitch<\/h1>\n\n\n<style>.wp-block-kadence-spacer.kt-block-spacer-603_9289d4-e5 .kt-block-spacer{height:165px;}.wp-block-kadence-spacer.kt-block-spacer-603_9289d4-e5 .kt-divider{border-top-width:1px;height:1px;border-top-color:var(--global-palette1, #3182CE);width:15%;border-top-style:solid;}<\/style>\n<div class=\"wp-block-kadence-spacer aligncenter kt-block-spacer-603_9289d4-e5\"><div class=\"kt-block-spacer kt-block-spacer-halign-center\"><\/div><\/div>\n\n\n<style>.wp-block-kadence-advancedheading.kt-adv-heading603_6621d9-82, .wp-block-kadence-advancedheading.kt-adv-heading603_6621d9-82[data-kb-block=\"kb-adv-heading603_6621d9-82\"]{max-width:600px;margin-right:auto;margin-left:auto;text-align:center;font-style:normal;}.wp-block-kadence-advancedheading.kt-adv-heading603_6621d9-82 mark, .wp-block-kadence-advancedheading.kt-adv-heading603_6621d9-82[data-kb-block=\"kb-adv-heading603_6621d9-82\"] mark{font-style:normal;color:#f76a0c;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;}<\/style>\n<p class=\"kt-adv-heading603_6621d9-82 wp-block-kadence-advancedheading has-theme-palette-4-color has-text-color\" data-kb-block=\"kb-adv-heading603_6621d9-82\"><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-large-font-size wp-block-paragraph\" id=\"intro\"><strong>Intro<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-theme-palette-3-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-1 wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Leonie Hodkevitch, born in Sofia, raised in Vienna, graduated in Ethnology, Spanish Philology, and French Philology at the University of Vienna. She is a writer and publicist, cultural producer, lecturer for Cultural Management and Intercultural Communication for European and American universities, and one of the most prominent activists for the lifestyle of Dolce Far&#8217; Niente. Leonie is the co-founder and principal of organization for innovative education <a href=\"http:\/\/www.cultart.eu\">Clearly Culture<\/a>, of the University of Vienna Certificate Course for Cultural Management, and of the advocate organization for Cystic Fibrosis <a href=\"http:\/\/www.c-f.at\">CF-Clearly Future<\/a>.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-theme-palette-3-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2 wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Her short stories&#8217; appeared in her anthologies \u2018Night Ride through the Woods\u2019 and \u2018SALTY&#8217; and are featured in literary magazines in German, Bulgarian, English, French. Her novel \u2018Stadlbauer\u2019, published in <a href=\"https:\/\/janet45.com\/p\/4576-%D1%89%D0%B0%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BB%D0%B1%D0%B0%D1%83%D0%B5%D1%80\">Bulgarian<\/a> and <a href=\"https:\/\/www.editionkeiper.at\/shop\/produkt\/der-stadlbauer\/\">German<\/a>, and translated into English, Spanish and Greek, was nominated for the Canetti Award and pronounced one of the three most important &#8216;shadow novels&#8217; of the year by the Austrian press. Together with the musician and composer Azzi Finder, they form the literary-musical performance &#8216;Duo HodkevitchFinder\u2019. Leonie currently lives in Thessaloniki, Greece, and also loves Sofia, Rome, Sevilla, and New York. Leonie believes in the benefit of impatience and lives up to her philosophy with the motto <a href=\"https:\/\/leoniehodkevitch.com\/#moment\">SKIP INTRO<\/a>.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<h1 class=\"wp-block-heading\" id=\"moment\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-bottom:0\">Text of the Moment<\/h1>\n\n\n\n<h1 class=\"wp-block-heading\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-bottom:0\">Leonie Hodkevitch<\/h1>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.bodyliterature.com\/2023\/04\/15\/leonie-hodkevitch\/?fbclid=IwAR2cMenZnaVT233Qu4p9T8EI84P8h0YwTY7SWA_mT96kr8llP8y7tHKyHUg\"><strong>Fiction, In Translation, Prose, Spring 2023<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n\n\n<h1 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Translator: Ekaterina Petrova<\/h1>\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignwide is-style-default\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bodyliterature.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/thumbnail_3-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-33460\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>Stadlbauer<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>(an excerpt)<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>I \u2013 Dusk<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:var(--wp--preset--spacing--40);margin-bottom:var(--wp--preset--spacing--40)\"><strong>We drove through the dark landscape. We wanted to get there before darkness fell, but dusk was already spreading over the area\u2014earlier here than elsewhere. We had stopped here and there along the way\u2014at important spots, where he had seen a deer for the first time or where he\u2019d had his first kiss. So I didn\u2019t get to see the landscape while it was still light, and now only saw it as elongated shadows that the hills were casting over the valleys. The village barnyards were also elongated, as we drove by them after turning away from the main street. They were all alike, which was why the one yard that looked different caught my attention. It seemed to be the largest one, and we drove past it for a while. A white light shone from the roof of the house, as though the moon had already risen. The structures in the yard took turns going past us, building after building, barn after barn. None of the other barnyards\u2019 bustle could be felt here, everything was absorbed in silence. Only at the far end, by the fence, a man stood and waved at us. I turned around to take a look at him, since we drove by quickly. He was an old man with a pointy hat, standing there and waving.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cWho\u2019s this?\u201d I asked.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\"><strong>\u201cIt\u2019s Stadlbauer,\u201d he said.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you wave back at him?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cMy hands are at the wheel.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:var(--wp--preset--spacing--50);margin-bottom:var(--wp--preset--spacing--50)\"><strong>We finally arrived at the house. His mother and father were waiting for us at the door. I\u2019d already noticed that people here had light skin that quickly turned red from the wind, and very blue eyes. His father was wearing a cardigan to keep out the cold, and his mother was holding a bouquet, like a shield at her heart.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cWelcome,\u201d the father said. \u201cWe expected you to arrive earlier.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cYes,\u201d I said. \u201cWe made stops here and there.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cWe\u2019ve been waiting for a while,\u201d his mother said. \u201cAre you hungry?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cYes,\u201d he said and entered his parents\u2019 house.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:var(--wp--preset--spacing--50);margin-bottom:var(--wp--preset--spacing--50)\"><strong>Two floors\u2014the first was brightly lit, the second was darker\u2014and the quiet, ceaseless sound of water. That had to be the nearby stream, which cut its way through the silence and made the fine and small noises disappear, while muffling the big and harsh ones, so they didn\u2019t reach the neighbor\u2019s house. The neighbor\u2019s garden was visible through the window, as was the rising moon. We had dinner in the kitchen.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cWe saw a villager on the way,\u201d I said.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cYes, there are lots of them here,\u201d his mother said.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cWe all know each other,\u201d the father said. \u201cWhen they see Kilian, they recognize him immediately, even if he was still a boy the last time they saw him. The villagers have a sharp eye and even sharper memory.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cThat\u2019s not true, exactly,\u201d Kilian said. \u201cI ran into Kleinpeter in town a while ago, and he didn\u2019t recognize me. It was only after I told him who I was and where I lived that he remembered.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cKleinpeter,\u201d his father said. \u201cKleinpeter doesn\u2019t know you. He\u2019s only heard about you, but he\u2019s never seen you. He wouldn\u2019t recognize you.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cThe man we saw on the way recognized you,\u201d I said. \u201cBut you didn\u2019t recognize him.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cWhom didn\u2019t you recognize?\u201d his mother asked.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cStadlbauer,\u201d Kilian said. \u201cI did recognize him.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:var(--wp--preset--spacing--50);margin-bottom:var(--wp--preset--spacing--50)\"><strong>Somewhere high up in the branches a bird screamed. They told me this was the hunting cry of the long-eared owl. The long-eared owl, they said, was a bird that only hunts at night, like many other kinds of owls. We were done with dinner.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cWould you like to go for a walk before bed?\u201d his father asked.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cThat would be nice,\u201d I said.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cAll right,\u201d said Kilian. \u201cNights here are nice, you\u2019ll see. Just the hills and the sky.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>\u201cAll right,\u201d his mother said. \u201cWe\u2019re going to bed.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Outside the night had changed. From a dusk that obscured things, it had turned into a darkness that outlined them. The moon gave away without mercy how far the settlements stretched, while the stars pointed out the way. The hills were high, the houses lay deep down below, and it made you wonder why the houses were built at the bottom of the valley, rather than along the high ridge. On top, at the ridge of the hill, stood Stadlbauer\u2019s house. I recognized it by the long barnyard and the pointy roof.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cAre we going to pay Stadlbauer a visit?\u201d I asked.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cWhy would we?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cDidn\u2019t your mother say it was customary to pay visits to the villagers? And for them to give you pear cider and dried blue squill flowers from last summer.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cStadlbauer doesn\u2019t make cider. He\u2019s got chickens and pigs, but no fruit trees.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cThen he\u2019ll give us some bacon. And besides, I don\u2019t think that he doesn\u2019t make cider. Your father said that everyone here makes cider. He also smiled and pointed down, to your cellar, where they must keep the cider.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cHe probably means pear juice. Everyone here makes pear juice.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cBut it\u2019s true that one must pay the villagers a visit, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><strong>\u201cBut not Stadlbauer.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0\"><em><strong>\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>\u201cBecause he\u2019s too big and rich and crotchety. If you want, we can go visit some other villager. Come now, it\u2019s getting cold. You don\u2019t know the nights here, they can get really cold.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:var(--wp--preset--spacing--50);margin-bottom:var(--wp--preset--spacing--50)\"><strong>We headed back to the house. He put his arm around me, because it really was cold. That was still when his hands were as warm as though bread was baking inside of them. We walked, and among the trees fell bits of ice.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:var(--wp--preset--spacing--60);margin-bottom:var(--wp--preset--spacing--60)\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"margin-top:var(--wp--preset--spacing--80);margin-bottom:0\"><strong>About the Translator:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>EKATERINA PETROVA is a literary translator and nonfiction writer. She holds an MFA in Literary Translation from the University of Iowa, where she was awarded the Iowa Arts Fellowship. A collection of her essays and travelogues called Thingseeker: 44 (Un)usual Objects from Near and Far (in Bulgarian) was published by Janet 45 in 2021. Her translations from Bulgarian include Bogdan Rusev\u2019s novel Come to Me (Dalkey Archive Press, 2019) and the nonfiction anthologies My Brother\u2019s Suitcase and Fathers Never Go Away (ICU Press, 2020). Ekaterina\u2019s work has appeared in Asymptote, Words Without Borders, The Southern Review, 91st Meridian, European Literature Network, Drunken Boat, EuropeNow, and B O D Y, among others. Her translation-in-progress of Iana Boukova\u2019s novel Traveling in the Direction of the Shadow received a 2021 PEN\/Heim Translation Fund Grant. 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