Rather than bidding farewell to modernity,
we are still waiting to gather the fruits
of its promises and keep consoling ourselves that,
this time over, they are really round the next corner
or the one after that. The promised fruits are comfort,
convenience, safety, freedom from pain and suffering.
State of Crisis, 2014a: 74–75“A man in a walk” is not a metaphor. Zygmunt Bauman liked to walk at a good pace. He often did so in the morning in the woods behind his house in Lawnswood Gardens, a residential suburb of Leeds.
One day, he told me that at the end of World War II, in which he had participated by serving in Berling's Army, the Polish section of the Soviet Army, he had walked home from Berlin to Warsaw.
Such was the desire to leave behind the hell of war and return to normalcy. All his life, he continued to give the idea of a man on the road. Advancing without hesitation, without compromise, without shortcuts. Above all, without the help of others, but “together” with others. And without climbing on the shoulders of giants, because giant he was himself.
The proof of having encountered a great personality who took giant steps without shirking contradictions, afterthoughts, and the tópos of consistency is found in the divergence between the Bauman before the liquidity turn and the one after.
The Bauman we know is inextricably linked to the idea of liquid modernity, but it is no less interesting and useful to know “Bauman before Bauman” (in The Bauman Reader, 2001), when the Polish sociologist, later transplanted to Leeds, comes into contact with postmodernity, senses its innovative potential, its intellectual stimuli, espousing its concepts.