Ivo Moravec Libros

Every step beyond one's own backyard is also a step inward, towards discovering your soul. As you wander along the roads of the North American continent, when you see certain places the first time, you connect with them as a radio with a transmitter. You find yourself on the same wavelength, amplitude, and, with your frequencies in sync, the green magic eye of the old radio clears up and allows you to resonate. You understand those places instinctively. They have always been a part of you, just waiting for you. Very often, you discover that you have to correct your own preconceived images. Now there, and seeing it with your own eyes, it's up to you to form your own opinion. This is the moment for a peek inside your soul, as it is your soul that tunes and colours the landscape of your mind. This is the true beauty and glory of travelling.

The book explores the intricate beauty and uniqueness of snowflakes, emphasizing their delicate forms and the science behind their creation. It delves into the connection between nature and art, illustrating how each snowflake is a one-of-a-kind masterpiece. Through vivid imagery and thoughtful reflections, the narrative captures the enchanting qualities of these frozen wonders, inviting readers to appreciate the small, often overlooked details of the winter landscape.

The stories in Fordmates ricochet headlong between comedy and tragedy, balancing the tedium and gruelling demands of the automotive assembly line with the workers' gutsy attempts to preserve spirits and some semblance of sanity. Many of the stories revel in some unexpected small victory extracted from the daily routine, from the giddy foolishness of gloveball fights and improbable practical jokes to the terse satisfaction of outsmarting overbearing foremen. The persistent theme throughout remains the unbreakable spirit of the workers in the face of a relentless machine. In these linked stories, Ivo Moravec, himself a twenty-year veteran of the former St. Thomas Assembly plant, characterizes automotive factories as the source not only of Ford Crown Victorias and Mercury Grand Marquises but also of daydreams and paycheques, of philosophers and drug addicts, and of broken families and best mates.