Once, for a short period, I tried rock climbing. I was influenced, of course, by a few impressive people as well as some books and films. The material aspect also played a role: I was fascinated by climbing gear. Ropes, harnesses, various colorful devices made of light metals, etc. I never climbed high mountains (real mountains, one might say), but I went a few times to various places in the Kraków-Częstochowa Upland, on several so-called climbing walls, and on one or two railway viaducts. I did not show any special aptitude or talent in this area. Not even great motivation. My enthusiasm lasted maybe a year, maybe two, I don't remember. Above all, I was not so much afraid of heights as I was plagued by doubts proportional to the distance from the ground. Why am I here, I asked myself, and not finding a good answer, after a while the only thing I wanted was to get down as quickly as possible. Very few times did I manage to reach any summit. But for a few very brief moments, I managed to experience what is sometimes mentioned in books about mountains: concentration so intense that it excludes almost everything from the field of consciousness, even the sense of individuality. A pleasant feeling, leaving a lasting impression and a kind of longing.

Meanwhile, the piece is finished. It will be called "Episodic Concerto for Guitar, Percussion, and Strings". The last phase of writing was a bit like climbing a high wall in mixed conditions. Some sun, some rain, some rock, some ice. Without heavy equipment. No bivvy and no retreat.

The premierę is Planned for Autumn. More information in some time.