I was in the forest at night. The darkness was illuminated by a glow from sources other than the visible ones. I was overcome by terror, but there was no turning back. There was nowhere to run to, I had to watch and eventually start moving. There was sea ahead. Dark and cold. The wind was increasing, clouds were coming from the sea towards the land. 

I’ve been here before. A long time ago. With Wanda B. and several more times afterwards. It varried.

I’m waiting for Marcin to send the missing parts of the text any day now. I’m already turning over a few figures and sounds in my head. 

(transl. Magdalena Małek-Andrzejowska)