Mr. Michalak continues his epic translation work assuring that Karl May’s humanitarian legacy will be available to an English speaking world.
Karl May’s Autobiography is a tale of anguish and horror and is an indictment of man’s inhumanity to man. It is also a journey from the morasses of the deepest and darkest Ardistan up towards the bright and shining Jinnistan, where the souls of the noble spirited people abide.
We have a long way to go before we reach that place of sublime bliss where a being is his neighbor’s angel. We are mired in this swamp of hate, this hell of our own creation for no other reason than our fear of the Forest of Kulub and the terrible ‘Spirit Forge’ that lies within.
Two thousand years ago, one man dared to enter it. He died brutally, nailed to a cross for the sins of all mankind. Whilst Karl May is not a Saint, he did have the right idea. He recognized our inhumanity and he strove to give us a second warning. Here in these pages, he explains his life and his self imposed mission.