Short stories
The journey from Poznan to Poltava wasn’t so long. We took the highway I think, because it was very smooth the whole way, except for some hiccups at customs. Ukraine is the biggest European country and I’ve traveled from Eastern… Continue Reading
He’d gone out with this girl back in Ukraine when he was still young; she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen back then and even now, after fifteen years of voluntary exile all over Europe, he hadn’t seen… Continue Reading
I ride the tram across Poznan, and many scenes flash into my eyes. Buildings lurking behind others, steep tile roofs and eighteen-century-English chimneys scattered all around. I see cement, granite, brick and mortar; I see wood, bunches of wild trees,… Continue Reading
Poznałem Asię pewnego pochmurnego popołudnia. Ja właśnie skończyłem pracę i ona płakała z egoistycznej rozczarowania na ławce publiczny w pobliżu przystanku, gdzie czekałem na mój tramwaj abym jechać do domu. Widziałem ją przyjść z gracją i usiąść też z gracją… Continue Reading
Idyll (This morning, 1949) 1. However, I was thinking about the blond woman from the film like every Saturday when after the cinema we walked across the vacant lot behind the factory, yes with the moon one always gets a… Continue Reading
She’d never had such a feeling before. It was a mix of melancholia and resignation. She felt that her relationship was going nowhere; although everything was well between her and her boyfriend. She felt attracted to him, physically and spiritually,… Continue Reading
I can never remember my dreams. It’s one of my biggest regrets. They are so vivid and so imaginative that, we I able to recall them at will, I’m sure I’d be a better writer. When I was a kid,… Continue Reading
He was certain he would survive this time. He had died so many times before, but this time it just felt different. Probably because he didn’t want it anymore; he wanted to live eternally as written in some book he’d… Continue Reading
Working on a Sunday morning can be a surrealistic experience if we are set in the right mood. To start with, I ride my bike to work because it’s nearby. No need of trams. The streets are empty, and the… Continue Reading
If I hadn’t met disillusion in your eyes, if I hadn’t been abandoned in my hopes, if I hadn’t lost my mind for you, if I could always sleep at night, I wouldn’t be writing a new story, and I… Continue Reading