On Saturday 14th of November, Europe woke up changed

The change is palpable in the air. It overhangs like a dark cloud. You can hear it in peoples’ voices, telling one another “they will not shut us up, life must go on, freedom cannot be taken away.” The sound of defiance and that of fear, hand in hand. Change is everywhere. It took me…

Grey song

piosenka szara w godzinie switu krzyk ptaka stalowe niebo otwarte oczy i martwe zrenice drzace powieki Codziennosc *** My only little bit of poetry that has ever been published, in 1995. I remember it was also November. Twenty years ago, in a local tiny town newspaper. I wrote it at 13. In a very “free…

Alps from above

You know what I like to imagine when flying over the Alps from Italy to Germany? The Roman Empire. It is amazing to think that people of this culture, which still echos throughout our world, Europe but also far and wide, were once going north and looking up on those majestic rocks covered with snow,…