Everyone Is Born Into A Certain Era.

An Empty Bus Hurtles Through The Starry Night Perhaps The Driver Is Singing And Happy Because He Sings.

Everything Bigger Than Life Attracts A Crowd.

What Does A River Like The Vistula Carry Away With It? Everything That Goes To Pieces: Wood, Glass, Pencils, Pacts ... Chairs, Bones, And Sunsets Too. What Had Long Been Forgotten Rose To Memory, Floating On Its Back Or Stomach, With The Help Of The Vistula.

I Expected More From Literature Than From Real, Naked Life.

After The Collapse Of Socialism, Capitalism Remained Without A Rival. This Unusual Situation Unleashed Its Greedy And - Above All - Its Suicidal Power. The Belief Is Now That Everything - And Everyone - Is Fair Game.