Sunday, 24 December 2017


Distance, loss, confrontation. The three things help to see everything in a different light.
Today - quite accidentally -  I came across the holiday dinner for homeless, then I had coffee among tourists and hipsters, next I lit a candle in an almost empty cathedral and lastly my son fell asleep on my belly  - holding my finger.

At first I wanted to write about the Christmas at my grandpartens' where it was warm and safe and my grandfather would take me to the forest   - just before the Christmas supper. The snow was up to my knees then (I was 4 ye) and it was shining and sparkling in the dark just like millions of precious jewels. I still remember the taste of adventure  and the extraordinary, the smell of snow and spruce and then the warmth of stoves and the sense of absolute, ultimate security.
But I decided to write about what the day brought me.

Monday, 18 December 2017


My grandmother had a box full of jewellery. The case was very beautiful; carved in mosaic, made of two kinds of wood and it had a mirror inside and it smelled great.  Inside the case there were brooches, little bottles of perfume, beads, necklaces spare ring gems - everything was sparkling, shiny and colourful like a real treasure case.
I loved playing with it and, surprisingly enough, my grandma would let me.