Ordinarylife

Janusz always says that all he wants is an ordinary life.

I dont need rapture, I dont need disasters, I dont need extreme emotions. I feel all right
when things are just normalneither hot, nor cold. I want an ordinary life.
But every life is unusual, I answered. It wont be normal. Each of us is significant, of great
importance
Nonsense.
All our conversations on the topic end the same way. Janusz will snort and turn, go into the
kitchen, and brew some teawhich he then wont drink. I know his habits. Ive been looking
after him for decades now. Each time, he thinks Ill believe that hes actually thirsty, so he
leaves and fiddles with the kettle, with the burners, pours water, searches for mugs. I just
shake my head and sigh. He simply refuses to understand that theres no such thing as an
ordinary life.
He repeats this over and over again. I dont need a lot, an ordinary life will be enough for
me. But ordinary is a tricky word. To be exceptional is easyits enough to do something
incredibly good, or to go the other way and to fill the headlines of the newspapers with details
that will make the hair on ones head bristle. And apart from that, as I said, we are each
unusual by definition, just on a different scales. One gets a Nobel prize, while another rescues
the neighbors cat from a tree. Scaledifferent. The actunusual. I try to explain this to
Janusz.
Whats your dream? I often ask.
My dream is just this: family, work, home. A peta cat or a dog. From time to time little
treats: birthdays, cake, Christmas.
And what do you have?
None of that.
Is this about Sabina?
None of your business. Janusz says, indignant. And anyway, it has nothing to do with her.

He thinks that I dont know how things really are with his wife. Of course I know. From time
to time he makes remarks about Sabinaenough that I can draw some conclusions. And even
when he doesnt say anything, I can see it. I know him very well and I can see that things
arent going well. But Janusz wont let me help him.
#
Januszs parents died when he was eight years oldsuddenly, without any warning,
announcement, or prophetic dream. Once Sabina told me, on one of the rare occasions when
we met and spoke a little, that she had dreams that foretold the future.
And what do you see? I asked. I dont believe in that kind of rubbish, but I asked anyway
just to make conversation. It had started when we read our horoscopes in the daily
newspaperI cooked, while Sabina read them aloud.
I cant describe it exactly. Its a kind offlutteringlike a birdI see something, but then
afterward I cant remember. But I feel like I could remember and then Id know what the
future would be. Thats how it seems to me. Then she went quiet. It was one of our last
conversationsafter that Sabina got furious with me because Janusz was spending time with
me without telling her.
She yells at me, says that I spend too much time with you and not enough at home, he
explained. I didnt comment. Why would I? Hed just go and make tea.
Its a pity that he so rarely drops by to see me. We used to spend whole days together once I
finally managed to tear him out of the childrens homethe adoption procedure ground on
mercilesslyand he settled in with me. I thought that Id go crazy, with everything taking so
long. I could barely look at this poor child, who I was allowed to visit only once a day for two
hours. But the clerks and the guards of the childrens lives werent in any hurry. And there
were set requirements. A grandmother was too oldcouldnt deal with a child properly.
Fortunately they accepted me in the end, although they complained a bit that I was single.
Fuck you all! I felt like saying, but I didnt. It wouldnt do any good so I kept it to myself.
In the end, after almost a year in the orphanage, Janusz found his way to me. But the year that
he spent there was imprinted on him, and I couldnt remove it. Thats how life is, memory
reacts to trauma. Moments that were exceptional are forgotten, while the things that hurt are
remembered and theres no way to get rid of them. The effect stays forever, skulking in the

background, influencing your choices without you even being conscious that its affecting
you. Does Janusz still remember that year? I dont think so. Did he deal with it? No, and
whats more you can see it in his attitude toward Sabina, in his persistent hopehope against
all odds, against the factsto have a real home and family with her. But he refuses to talk
about it.
#
Things were going all right between us until Sabina appeared. Where did she come from? I
dont have a clueJanusz never told me. He simply came home one day and announced that
hed fallen in love.
I fell in love and I well probably get married, he said. His tone didnt fit with what he was
saying, as if he wasnt entirely convinced of it himself. I thought at the time that it was just
normal hesitancymen can be like that before making a serious commitment.
Great! I said. When will I get to meet her?
Well have dinner on Sunday
They came, but not on the Sunday wed arrangedmuch later. Sabina never had time, or she
was ill, or she had to meet with somebody else urgently.
I understand, I said each time. I didnt understand, but I didnt say thatwomen can
hesitate, too, when it comes to serious decisions.
In the end, though, they came. She didnt appeal to me. I dont mean her appearancethat
dress and her pretentious habits. Nor how much she drankthat happens. I mean that I felt
that she was hiding something from me. She was playing at something.
Janusz couldnt see it. She was beautiful, perfect, wonderfulshe was everything a man
might want. She was talkative, and Janusz was usually silent because hes sparing with words.
She chatted and chatted and it impressed himshe was a bit drunk, after all. She swept her
hair out of her face, she laughed, and he looked at her with worship and a certain terror, as if
he didnt understand why she had chosen him. Honestly? I didnt know why either. Even now
I dont know. I think she and Janusz had been persuaded that it was the thing to do.
Are you sure that you want this marriage? I asked him when we went together to buy him a
suit for the ceremony.

Yes
Maybe you can think about it? It was a quick decision.
Quick or not, it doesnt matter.
Youre hesitating, arent you?
Yes.
Why? I asked, and I stopped. He stopped too, and we sat down on a bench.
Because I didnt interrupt. I waited to see what he would say. Because I think that shes
dangerous. She is Ill just say it straight out: shes crazy. I dont know... maybe I should
stay away from her.
You have to make the decision.
But things happened so fast
So?
He sighed. It turned out that he couldnt stand up to the hunger that Sabina and her family had
for a wedding. I didnt say any morejust turned up for the ceremony, gave them my best
wishes, and really hoped that those wishes would come true. That Janusz would have the
ordinary life hed dreamed of. Not likely, I thought.
#
Then, of course, came the pregnancy. Janusz was happy. Sabina not as much, but she was.
She made plans, read books, prepared. It seemed to me that she was doing better and had a
chance to dig herself out of the trouble shed madedrinking too much and sometimes
disappearing without explanationwhich I knew about through the neighbors grapevine. My
prediction of poor chances was put out to pasture. It seemed that everything would be all
right. Or it would have been.
Then, one after the other, her parents diedthe father tragically, during a fire in Czechowice.
Everything that Janusz had built, everything hed precisely assembled in order to get his
ordinary life, fell apart. And it didnt simply collapseit began to whirl and spin, finding a
new, horrifying shape.

Janusz came to me then and cried.

Sabina told me about the raven. She said that shed seen him in a dream and that she saw her
father. Shes had these dreams for a while now. She woke up with a shout, asked me to do
something, to stop it from happening.
What were you supposed to do?
I dont know. Now she says that she knew that the father would die and did nothing. And the
raven keeps coming.
She told me one time about her prophetic dreamsI think its nonsense. Shes looking for
attentionpoor me, with my terrible visions, take care of me.
Dont say that!
Well its true!
Listen... I dont know what to say, I cant collect... my thoughts. Shes pregnant, she about to
deliver the baby. Thats probably the reason shes been unsteady on her feet.
Or vodka. It was the first time that I said openly that I knew that she was drinking.
She isnt drinking Janusz insistedthey always deny it. One way or another, sooner or
later, shell be fine. Shell give birth, take care of our child.
Sure, of course.
You know what? I am not going to talk to you anymore he said. He got up, flipping the
chair over, and left.
#
I didnt see him for a long time, but I knew what was going on. I knew about Hanka, and I
knew that Sabina, just as Id predicted, wasnt interested in her. At first I resolved not to butt
in, but I loved Janusz. And I loved Hanka, even though Id never seen her.
The first time I had the chance she was nearly five months old. I simply went to their place
without asking, knocked, and entered, even though Sabinas face said distinctly that she
wasnt happy to see me. I went to the bedroom where the small bed stood. I bent down.

I saw a girl who didnt look her ageshe was tiny, and too skinny. Dirty. And sad. My heart
simply broke into pieces. I lowered myself more in order to pick her up, and she closed her
eyes tightly as if she was afraid of me, afraid to be touched.
What are you doing to her? I asked Sabina, who was standing in the doorway watching us. I
hugged the child.
Nothing, she replied and went to the kitchen. After a moment I smelled the odor of
cigarettesshe was smoking.
When Janusz came home from work, we took Hanka for a walk. He didnt look good,
slumped and more silent than usual. He moved slowly, and his shoes were untied but he
didnt seem to notice. He was indifferent, as if hed fallen into some kind of lethargy.
Whats going on with you? I asked. I wanted to stroke his back, but he moved away. He
reacted just like Hanka.
Nothing.
Janusz!
Sabina is having trouble dealing with the house the child
Herself.
Stop it!
Janusz! I stopped. I put my hands on his shoulders. Leave her. Im not stupid, I can see
whats happening
I cant.
Why?
Hanka, he pointed at the child.
Give me Hanka for a while. Ill take care of her.
Sabina will never agree.
Jesus! I raised my voice. If shes not taking care of Hanka, she shouldnt have a problem
with it!

I dont know. Ill talk to her

#
He spoke to her and she came to me, furious, her face flushed, her eyes bloodshot from
drinking. I hadnt closed the door of my flatwe all know each other hereso she came in
and ran into the living room, where I was reading. She tore the book out of my hands and
hurled it against the wall.
You old whore! One more time, you say something like that one more time, and youll be
sorry!
Sabina, calm down, sit down, lets talk, I said calmly. I made myself think of Hankaif not
for her I probably would had hauled Sabina out to the corridor by the elbow.
Were not talking. I already said what I had had to say. You talk to Janusz one more time
and youll have trouble! She wagged her finger at me. I winced but she didnt see itshed
already left.
She slammed the door.
I promised myself that I wouldnt let it go.
#
Janusz didnt come to me, probably because he was afraid of Sabina. I contacted him instead.
It wasnt hard. I knew where he worked and which bus he took to get there. I came to the gate
of the mine and walked him to the bus stop and talked to him.
You cant live this way! Janusz! You have to pull yourself together somehow, you have to
walk away, if not for yourself then for the child!
No court will give me care of Hanka
Did she say that? Sabina?
Yes. But its true
To hell with true! Please, pack your things tomorrow, leave her. Youll stay at me.
I dont want to.

Why?
Because I love her. I love Sabina
So what? Love conquers all? Ask yourself if you love your daughter! If you choose Sabina,
then you dont love Hanka.
Its not that easy.
Janusz I mellowed. You wanted a different life than this. Do you remember? An
ordinary life.
I remember. Id rather not remember, though.
No, youre supposed to remember! Youre supposed to chase after it! Janusz, youve had
hard times in your lifenow youre giving up?
It not so... easy. Hope dies last.
And it should die first?
Maybe.
This will end in disaster.
It might.
#
I tried to convince Janusz, tried to show him something what would stun him. I talked to his
neighbors and gave him their reports about what happened in the flat when he wasnt there.
With Hanka. He didnt listen.
I saw Sabina with another man at the gate in the centre of Katowice. I told him, but he
ignored me.
I shouted at him, helpless against his complete capitulation. His reasoning was flimsy.
He said that he loved Hankamaybe too much. He had good intentions and was trying to
make sure that his daughter would be fine. I told him the road to the hell was paved with good
intentions. In your situation, I said, youre taking all chance of a normal future away from
Hanka. He ignored me.

He said that he was doing his best, that when Hanka had been born hed cried for joy. For
once hed felt that something in his fucked up life was good and right.
He sank into tearful rationalizations.
Every day I can see that shes a miracle. That miracle is having a hard time, unfortunately,
because of Sabina, but Im trying to keep Sabina form extinguishing the light that Hanka has
inside. Neither of usSabina and Ihave that light, but Hanka does. We lost our light a long
time ago. Our light dimmed, but its still shining in Hanka, so I will do everything for my
daughter, everything I can
So leave Sabina, instead of talking like some Bible-thumper!
I cant. I can do what I can do . I am who I am. But I am trying. Are my efforts just part of
that road to hell paved with my good intentions, auntie? I don't think so.
Janusz
I want Hanka to be happy. Happy all the time, not just at random moments. I want her to
have a good job that will let her be independent. I want her to have a family that she can be
proud of. I want her to grow into a strong woman wholl know her own worth and understand
herself. I want Hanka to have a better life than I do.
Then leave Sabina! Fuck, Janusz!
But I cant give her those things, he continued, as if he hadnt heard me. He spoke without
emotion, mechanically. I can only do a little. Sometimes, maybe, I can protect Hanka from
Sabina. Not as much as Id likeoften Sabinas fury is too much for me. I hate myself for it,
but I cant do anything about it. I should I should do something, I dont know what, to
demonstrate, to show some initiative...
Exactly. I understand that its hard for you, but you have to pull yourself together!
On the one hand I love my daughter, but I also love Sabina. On the one hand I want to
provide everything for my daughter, but on the other I dream that Sabina will begin to love
me.
Its a trap.
I can see the way out of the trap, but I cant use it.

Use it, before its too late.

That was one of our last conversations, one of our deeper talks when Janusz opened up a little.
After that? Perfunctory chats. According to a script. Me: walk away. Him: nice weather.
I couldnt stand it.
#
In the end I gave up, just as he had given up. I stopped talking to him about Sabina and the
house, then stopped talking to him at all, stopped going to see him. And at that point I finally
understood what he felt. I hadnt really got it as long as Id kept repeating ad nauseam that he
should do this, must do that, and so on. But now I understand. Sometimes a situation weighs
down on you so completely that you give up. Just like that, without obvious sorrow or sadness.
Or anger. Its simply a point you reachsurrender to the inevitable.
I gave up. I reproach myself for it, but at the same time I understand it.
Sometimes its simply necessary to let go. Sometimes there is no other way.

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CONTENTS
1: Good Evening ...........................1 22: Her and Not Her.....................127
2: Look at the Sun and Forget ........7 23: The Funeral .............................131
3: A Torrent .................................15 24: Silent Murderer.......................133
4: Beneath the Surface....................21

25: A Dream Book ........................141

5: A Dull, Late Morning.................25

26: Guests, Guests .........................149

6: A Ball of Tears .............................33

27: A New Friend..........................153

7: The Bottom of the Bottle ...........37 28: Time to Go ..............................157

8: A Brother .....................................41 29: The Circus ...............................159
9: I Dont Want You ........................47 30: The Journey of a Lifetime ......163
10: Keep The Child Safe .................51 31: Didnt I Mention .....................167
11: Baptism ......................................55

32: Dead Silence............................171

12: Love is Blind..............................65

33: Im Normal ..............................183

13: A Blue Balloon ..........................71

34: Home, Sweet Home................191

14: With a Lover .............................73 35: A Way of Life ..........................199

15: Sometimes Im a Father ...........81 36: Board Any Train .....................211
16: Last Journey ..............................85

37: The Comeback ........................217

17: There Will Be No Dinner ........93 38: A Happy Ending .....................221

18: Prison .........................................97

My Final Conclusion ....................223

19: Disappear From My Life .......107 How to Get The Book .................21
20: Half Orphan ............................113 About Me ....................................23
21: My Raven, My Friend ............117 My Other Books .........................27

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HankaGood Evening
Good evening. The raven bowed politely. His black eye glittered like a lump
of coal, as sorrowful and barren as the slag heap outside a mine.
Good evening! Hanka answered, equally politely. She sat down and
smoothed the collar of her pyjamaspink, with broderie anglaise. The holes,
hemmed with thick thread, formed a nice, flowery pattern. It was unusual
and much too elegant for pyjamas.
Howre things going? the bird asked chattily, taking a few steps along
the bed frame. He held it tightly to keep from falling, scratching the pinewood a bit with his claws.
Okay, nothing special, Hanka sniffed, putting a small pillow on her
head. Perched there, it resembled the pointed hat of a clown puppet.
Oh well, life, the usual, the raven said, making meaningless small talk
for no reason that Hanka could see. He scraped his bill against the edge of
the headboard several times, then jumped down onto the duvet, flapping
his wings to keep his balance on the bumps as he came closer to Hanka. He
jumped up to her shoulder and rooted in her hair with his bill. Finding an
elastic band, he caught it firmly and pulled it from her ponytail. He liked
hair accessories, especially colourful hair bands.
For a moment he was silent, busily tearing the rubber to pieces. When
he finished, he raked up the fragments with his claws and jumped back to
the headboard. He took a few steps to the left and a few to the right. Then
he shook his head and stretched his wings wide, so that the feathers spread,

2
forming a web. He stood extended like that for a moment, then abruptly
snapped back into his usual pose with a flap.
So, what? Shall we peck? he asked eventually.
No, please, dont peck at me, Hanka begged. My nails are clean! she
stretched out her hand as proof.
Ears? The raven didnt give up.
I washed them yesterday.
And nose?
I havent got a runny nose.
Nothing to be pecked up?
Absolutely nothing! Hanka rested her hand on her heart.
Then shall we take wing? the bird asked.
Yes, Hanka agreed.
And they did. They flew for a long time, so long that Hanka became
cold, her back covered with goose pimples. She began to sneeze. Finally they
saw water below.
Well stop here, said the raven, descending. Hanka followed as if she
were attached to him by an invisible leash.
The bird landed by the side of a small decorative pool that looked as if it
might be home to koi. It was rectangular, with walls that were slippery with
algae and rough with barnacles. Here and there, the white tiles glistered in
the cloudy water. Hanka didnt like it at all.
I want to fly farther! she said, going into a sulk and stamping her bare
feet.
Its not your decision, the bird said, cutting off her protests. He flapped
his wings and took to the air briefly, pecking her firmly on the head. A bead
of blood appeared in her hair. Hanka understood: no buts.
She sat down beside the pool. She felt like crying. The place where the
bird had pecked her smarted, and she bent over the mercury surface to see
whether the wound was still bleeding. The sky was reflected in the water as
if it were a mirror.
In spite of the shimmer, she glimpsed fish near the bottom of the pool.
They were as large as burdock leaves and moved slowly, arching their bodies.
Their scales gleamed in the sun.

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Oh, those are rays! She was delighted at the sight and forgot about the
peck on her head. Stingrays, in fact. I saw some once on TV. Stingrays! she
announced proudly, and the raven nodded.
Right, he confirmed, dipping his bill beneath the surface of the water
to drink.
Agata will never believe me if I tell her! Hanka leapt up and ran along
the edge of the pool. Real stingrays! she crowed. The fish mostly milled
around in the depths, once in a while sneaking up to a point just under the
surface.
Would you like to touch them? the bird asked politely, even gently.
Hanka went on the alert. The ingratiating tone in his voice was usually a bad
omen.
No, its dangerous! she jumped away from the edge and wrapped her
arms around herself. Do you see those spines? she pointed at the ribbonlike tail of a ray swimming nearby. Those are no decoration, theyre a deadly weapon, venomous. The poison kills slowly and painfully. Thats what they
said on TV, on the Discovery channel.
Im afraid that you have to face the risk, my dear, the raven said, suddenly changing tone. You must catch them!
How? Hanka looked around for a javelin or a trident, but saw nothing at all. Emptiness surrounded her. Not a desert, just the lack of anything.
How am I supposed to catch the rays with nothing? she wondered. The raven,
however, wasnt bothered by the lack of equipment.
You will catch them by hand. Theres an old fishermans technique
called noodling, he suggested. Put your hand in the water. They like hands.
A ray will grab your fingers, and then you pull your hand out and the ray
comes with it. Go on! The bird hissed like a snake and puffed up his feathers.
For a moment Hanka felt defiance rising up in her. She wanted to grab
that wispy neck and bend it like a straw. The delicate spine of the bird would
snap and she would have a nice, satisfying corpse instead of the raven. The
impulse disappeared almost immediately, though. She wasnt supposed to
disobey. The choice was obvious: fish or be pecked. Not an ordinary peck,
like when he cleaned her, but something serious: drawing blood, down to

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the bone. Just imagining it, Hanka got so scared that she momentarily needed to pee. It would be better to take her chances with the rays.
She sighed heavily and rolled her sleeves up to her shoulders. Her
messy hair tickled her face as she kneeled and leaned toward the water. She
brushed it away with her shoulder and put her hand into the pool cautiouslyat first just a little, then up to the elbow. The water was tepid, neither cold
nor warm. Strange. It horrified Hanka even more than icy cold or boiling
heat would have done.
The fish spotted her immediately. They began to circulate more and
more quickly, rising from the bottom toward the bait. Careful but greedy,
they came closer and closer. She could see their bulging eyes, watery and
slimy, like egg white. Once in a while a pale belly would flash past. Hanka
began to cry.
The first stingrays firm bite drew blood from her hand. Red rings dispersed in the water and after a while another fish came, attracted by the
meaty smell. Hanka screamed and tore her hand out of water. But the ray
didnt let go, holding on grimly with sharp, hooked teeth. Still attached,
it flailed in the air above her head, only letting go when Hanka slapped it
against the edge of the pool. For a moment the ray flapped against the flagstones, then finally flopped over and lay still, reminding Hanka of a wet jelly
ear mushroom. She vomited on a nearby bush.
Well, well! the raven cawed, jumping toward the dead stingray. He
pecked out the fishy eyes and gobbled them down with gusto. The only
other treats he consumed with such relish were the bone-dry scabs that he
peeled back from Hankas pale calves and the dirt from under her nails. She
watched him, disgusted, clenching her wrist. The blood was clotting slowly.
The raven pecked at a little bit of the vomit and shook himself in distaste. It
didnt appeal to him.
Is that enough? Hanka asked, hoping the bird was full.
No. I want more! the raven demanded. Hand in the water, now!
Hanka eventually caught four more fish, the third one gnawing a fair
bit on her forearm. But the bird was still unsatisfied.

5
More, more! he cawed and wheezed, pecking at Hankas ankles, and
she went back to catching the fish. The raven promised that when he was full
hed stop stabbing at her and they would go home.
Now the rays were less cautious. Their gills moved quickly, as if they
were panting with excitement. The blood must have blunted their instincts.
They werent afraid of coming close to the surface, which churned with
waves stirred up by their covetous bodies. It was an underwater orgy. Hanka,
numbed by pain, didnt care. Hell eat and well go home, hell eat and well
fly away, she repeated to herself, clenching her teeth.
The next fish struck the moment she dipped her fingers into the water.
Ouch! Hanka cried when she felt the teeth of the stingray cut her to
the bone.
She immediately tried to get up and drag the fish ashore, but the ray
was huge and held powerfully to her hand. Hanka couldnt even stand up.
Unlike the other fish, this one refused to give up and let her go. Instead, it began to drag her into the water. Dangling its tail and beating its fins, it pulled
Hanka toward the pool.
Help me! she cried, but the raven watched indifferently. Hanka tried
to yank herself backward, but she slipped and tumbled into the swimming
pool.
Water immediately flooded her lungs and the pressure in her head was
overwhelming, but at least it was easier to fight the stingray once she was in
the pool. Hanka kicked it firmly and the fish let her hand go. She managed
to surface for a second.
Help me get out! she called out to the bird. She tried to climb up the
poolside, but it was covered in algae and slippery as a sheet of melting ice.
No, the raven replied.
Please, help me! Hanka kept trying to get out of the pool, but the
stingrays were biting her legs, holding her there.
Get into the water and catch them! The bird pecked Hanka on the
head. Stunned, she slipped away from the edge and went down, where the
fish took care of her. They tore her pyjamas off, poking her with their tails,
gnawing at the soft parts of her thighs and belly. Hanka screamed and water
poured into her mouth. From time to time she managed to get her head

6
above the surface and catch her breath. In the moments when she was above
the water, she could hear the raven repeating a nonsensical rhyme:
Deep water reaches silent ears
Belowsurpriseare lurking fears
Youll never leave these depths of green
Because you cant avoid the sting.
The raven went through the rhyme over and over again. Whenever
Hanka managed to approach the edge of the pool, he would jump forward
and push her back into the water. She ran out of breath and the fish never
paused, stabbing her and nibbling at her from every direction. Ill try one last
time, she decided and pushed off from the bottom of the pool with her legs.
It worked. Her head burst through the surface abruptly, like a buoy surfacing.
Dad, dad! Hanka cried out and sank again.

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JanuszLook at the Sun and Forget
Damn it, shes howling again! muttered Sabina, who was sleeping on the
left. Her breath smelled of digested dry wine. Traces of Oui Oui perfume,
which she thought was chic, still clung to her dirty hair. She preferred to
simply spray her braid with it, rather than actually wash the hair. She turned
onto her other side and hid her head under a pillow. Her unbuttoned nightdress revealed a flabby breast. Nothing interesting there. Janusz felt like going out on the balcony to breathe some fresh air and clear the sight and the
smell of her from his mind.
Dad, dad! The cry came suddenly from the other room, and he realized what had actually woken him up. He threw back the stale duvet, which
fell to the floor with a sound like a snort, and sprang to his feet. Stumbling
over his flat slippers, he ran to Hankas room. His daughters voice was so
urgent that his mouth went dry. He took a sharp turn by the wardrobe, skidding on the beaten rug, and in a few more strides reached her bed.
She sat with her eyes wide open, probably unaware that she had woken. Her small hands clenched repeatedly, as if catching at something in
her dream. Sweaty pyjamas stuck to her skinny back like a cape soaked in a
downpour. Janusz felt a lump in his throat.
Calm down, calm down, he whispered as he sat down beside her.
Quiet. He hugged her shaking body and smoothed down her messy hair.
Hanka was so slightsmall even for seven years old, but smart. Blood
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having terrible dreams that she couldnt describe. Each time he came to her
she would whimper and sob, then slowly fall asleep in his arms. Sometimes
he sat with her until dawn, unable to bear to put her back to bed. It was a
time for them to be on their own. The birds would begin to sing outside the
window at dawn, enthusiastically rushing to start the day for no obvious
reason.
As usual, Janusz looked at the dying light of the street lamps outside
and whispered calming mantras. In the distance he could see the pit shafts
wrapped in fog and smog, bleak and hopeless. Red lights flashed at the tops
of the chimneys, as if it were the sex district. The neighbours miniature pinscher barked squeakily, keenly, on the stairs.
Fuck! Hush him up! Janusz heard Sabinas voice coming from the
bedroom and he shook his head. So pathetic.
Once, Sabina had lost her temper with the dog, which had been barking
right under her window, and had thrown a cake tray at it. Then two fistfuls
of nuts. Janusz had to go and ask forgiveness for his wifes behaviour, as always. Hed often apologized for Sabina to their neighbours in the Tysiclecie
estate. She simply loved to yell angrily at people. Once someone had slapped
her. Shed been completely drunk and, to be honest, shed deserved it. Janusz
glanced toward the bedroom to see if his irritated wife was crawling out toward them. Silence. Good. He wasnt going back there.
Hed been married to Sabina for ten years now, and still didnt understand her. He could understand that she hated her dream being derailed, but
his wifes attitude toward Hanka astounded him. It seemed as if giving birth
to Hanka would be the first and the last thing Sabina ever did for her daughter. And she hadnt even wanted to do that. If shed had the choice, shed
have preferred to have an abortion. Janusz gave a heavy sigh. Sometimes he
thought all he did was let out damned sighs.
His own mother had always taken care of him, always been by his side
to feed him, to wash him, to change his clothes, to dress his scrapes and
bruises. An exemplary housewife. Sabina didnt bother with things like that,
despite the fact that she didnt have a job to take up her time. Apparently,
women differed from each other. Well, such is life. Janusz hugged his daughter even more firmly.

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What did you dream about? he asked gently, kissing Hankas cold
cheek.
Spikes. I was in the water, and there were spikes everywhere. Fish were
stinging me. And there was a raven. He didnt want to help me. I was afraid.
I called out, but nobody came to help me. I was swimming in the pool and I
couldnt get out. Water, waterI couldnt breathe! They bit my hands! They
stung me! Hanka burst into tears.
Dont worry, its just a dream, Janusz assured her. It wasnt the first
time that shed told him about the raven. Everyone has his or her own recurring nightmare, and clearly Hanka had her bird. Youll look at the sun in the
morning and itll help you forget. Youll forget.
Hanka calmed down slowly. Her body became slack and her breath
became even, like the ticking of a clock. Janusz gently laid her on the bed
and stretched himself out on the floor. He was a bit sleepy. He stared at the
cracked ceiling, emptiness crossing his mind. There was nothing really to
think about.
Sleep my darling, youll forget with some help from the sun, he murmured to sleeping Hanka, then closed his eyes.

As always, Janusz was the one to prepare breakfast for Hanka and himself. He put a bowl of cereal in front of her. Without milk. She hated milk
she would sometimes vomit at just the smell of it. He slurped his coffee. It
was as sour as pickle juice. The shops only sold rubbish these daysshit and
rubbish. Maybe if they could afford Jacobs instead of Fuego it wouldnt be so
acidicthe acidosis of poverty. Janusz shrugged and scolded himself for his
pessimism. Sometimes he was fed up with his own behaviour.
Did you sleep well? he asked his daughter, pretending that he didnt
remember her night terrors. He forced himself to smile, then realized that he
actually did feel like smiling. And why not? Against all odds!
Yes, dad, Hanka replied, crunching her food mercilessly and spilling
cereal everywhere. Janusz reached for the broom to sweep it upif Sabina
stepped on crumbs, thered be a row. And Sabina would use Hanka as her
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Did you dream about anything? he mumbled, crawling under his
daughters chair.
No, nothing at all. Why? Hanka was swinging her legs.
No reason. Did you look out the window this morning? The weather
looks fine, doesnt it?
Yeah. I looked. The magpie was sitting on the rowan. The branch almost broke! She laughed.
Well. Great, Janusz said, pouring the breadcrumbs into the trashcan.
He put the dustpan back carefully. Even though Sabina didnt clean, she hated chaos. And she had an exceptional memoryevery single thing had its
place. He finished off his coffee and took a bite from a slice of stale bread.
Then he decided there was nothing more to say and threw a kaiser roll with
cheese into his briefcase.
Well, Ive got to go! He smiled at his daughter and stood.
Hanka dug gloomily in the crack of the table with her nail. She moved
slowly, and dirty fat rolled up from between the tiles, black and sticky. She
hunched as though she were ducking a blow. Sabina often pummelled
her, hitting her and calling her a moron. Janusz felt suffocated by a single
thought: that in the morning his wife would undoubtedly wake up mad and
target Hanka. But he had to go.
He slowly put on his jacket and bent down for his briefcase. When he
straightened up, he saw that Hanka was half standing, half hanging loosely
from the kitchen doorframe, watching him.
Bye! he whispered, and she waved to him and went to her room. In all
likelihood shed sit there for a while, until nine or so, when Sabina would get
up and send her to school. But for him it really was time to go!
He went out into the corridor and for a moment fought with the temptation to slam the door as hard as he could. Hard enough to make the plaster
fall from the walls and to wake up the sleeping harpy. Shed jump out of the
bedding as though shed been scalded, and then her headache would begin
to torture her. Good! Still, he managed to resist the urge and closed the door
carefully. As long as Sabina was sleeping, Hanka would have peace and quiet.
Maybe his wife would wake up in decent shape for once.

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Janusz ran down the stairs, his feet gliding over the edges of the steps.
He was neither sliding nor quite walking, like when hed been fifteen and
rushing toward friends waiting downstairs. That was all that was left to him
of his youth, this silly rush down the stairs.
He hurried through the metal door, which closed with a squeak. He
didnt look back, just headed toward the bus stop, fighting with the wind all
the way. By the time he reached the passage between the blocks of flats, the
fine weather of the early morning hours was over. The once-blue sky clouded
over and it started raining. Not hard, but even a downpour would have been
better than this, if only because it would be less persistent. Sometimes it
seemed to Janusz that it rained exclusively for him. As soon as he went outside, rain would appear out of nowhere.
The drops left grey streaks on his jacket. Rain in Katowice looked as if
something foul had been dissolved in itnot like the crystal clear water that
Januszs mother had used to wash her hair so long ago. Its the healthiest
way to get a beautiful braid! she would laugh, with her breasts rocking to
the side as she soaked her hair in a bucket.
Obviously, he didnt have an umbrella. And, as usual, hed gone out
wearing loafers, which got soaked in the first few steps. Damn it! Another
day in damp footwear. Another wonderful day.
People crowded beneath the roof of the bus stop, repeatedly stepping
on each others feet and apologising, bumping each other with bags and files.
They seethed in the plastic shelter, grey and a little shaggy, like moths in a jar.
Janusz somehow managed to shelter under the roof while he waited.
The steam wafting above the crowd smelled of potatoes and cabbage. So
typical of Silesiathat smell was literally everywhere. He raised his collar
and pressed his nose into it. Since Sabina rarely cooked, the fabric hadnt yet
picked up the odour of stewed meat and beets.
A pack of stray dogs ran across the field behind the stop. They barked
at each other, rushing after a piece of rubbish driven by the wind. A few of
them limped. They often attacked people, mainly kids and old ladies, but
they were intimidated by the crowd at the bus stop, running past while casting a few bleary-eyed looks at the waiting people.

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Surprisingly, the bus came on time. Full. The passengers, flattened
against the windows, could barely breathe. Janusz jumped onto the step and
leaned inward. The door closed with a hiss, and he was immediately shoved
back by the crowd and pressed against the window pane. If the door opened
suddenly, he would undoubtedly fall into the street. His skull would crack,
his blood would stream. They would rob him of his briefcase and wallet and
then call the police. He couldnt decide whether he wanted it to happen or
feared it.
The stink of dirty clothes nauseated him. Why wash your clothes every
day? Theyll get dirty at work anyhow. Janusz jumped out of the bus every
time it stopped in order to let passengers out and to let new ones in. Then he
crammed back inside, going last just so he could enjoy the fresh air as long as
possible. It might not have been bracing and crystalline, but at least it didnt
make him retch. In the end, exhausted from jumping in and out and pushing
into the crowd, he got off the bus two stops early.
His mine appeared at the end of the roada straight road, built just
for his unit. Once a great power, the lska mine had become a bottomless
money pit. Old, creased photographs of the opening and other important
events hung on the walls of the cloakroom. It was hard to believe that such
things had ever happened here, that someone had actually gotten some record-breaking results.
Today, in a time when the expression black gold provoked nothing
but laughter, the miners, longing for an early, generous retirement, werent
mining very much. Even if theyd wanted to do more, they didnt have the
equipment. They went down the mine because it was something their grandfathers and fathers had done. For glory. For tradition. Janusz was an accountant, though, not an actual miner. A mediocre pencil-pusher in a small
department, just ten people all together. Sabina despised his job. If you were
tough, youd go down! she would say, mocking him.
In the past, when the miners position had been better, hed been satisfied at his job. No risk, reliable profits, and access to the mining shops! But
now? He did mundane chores: stamping bills, printing chits. Waiting for
retirement. Thank God he could retire early! Then he would start his own
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Hed buy the neatest school bag ever for Hanka, and some coloured felt-tip
pens. Hed be able to save a little money for her university!
Janusz, his mind fixed on his glowing future, realized that hed already
reached the gate. He kicked it, but without much force.
Im coming, sir, Im coming! a bumbling voice answered on the other
side.
After a moment, the gate opened. Not proudly, not wide open, but timidly, as if it were the gate of a beleaguered fortress. Janusz slipped inside.
Behind him the metal wing thumped loudly shut.

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HankaA Torrent
A few days later, Hanka woke very early. She felt well-rested and alert. The
raven hadnt come to her that night. Shed told him she wouldnt be able to
meet him because of the fishing trip with Dad. The raven had promised not
to appear so that Hanka could get enough sleep, and hed kept his word. He
wasnt that bad.
The leaves of the rowan tree rustled outside the window. It was really
something, the rowan. In an urban estate like Tysiclecie, which had once
been fancy but which hadnt aged well, nobody really cared about trees. But
Hanka had her own rowan, right outside her window. In autumn the trees
branches were covered in orange fruit, and Hanka was the first one to see
them. They actually kind of belonged to her. She was the one to decide who
might pick them and how manythere were always more children who
wanted to pick the fruit than there was fruit to go around.
She sat down on the bed and stuck her head out the windowjust a
little bit, but enough to take a look outside. The rowans fruit had already
begun to appear, but they were still pale. It was only Julythere was time.
She lay down again and waited for the sun to climb above the roofs and heat
up the asphalt paths. Only then, feeling the oppressive summer atmosphere,
did she get up.
She headed to the kitchen. The tabletop, covered with greenish tiles,
was pleasantly cool. The kitchen, facing west, hadnt yet been heated up to
the point where it felt like an oven. Hanka took a knife out of the drawer,

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sat down on a chair, and started digging dirt out from between the tilesas
usual. She waited for her parents to get up.
Janusz was the first to appear. He drank a glass of water in a hurry and
disappeared into the bathroom. Soon after, she learned why. Her mother,
looking battered, leaned out of the bedroom.
Hanka remembered when Sabina had been pretty. Even fairly recently
her mother had been beautiful. Her red, shiny hair would be tied in a braided bun, or shed curl it, or just let it fall loose to her waist. Two pairs of high
heels had stood in the wardrobe, one black and one silver, ready to go for a
walk at any moment. Where were they now? What had happened to those
shoes? All that remained was a pair of worn, ugly carpet slippers. Hanka was
pretty sure that Sabina had worn green and blue eye shadow once upon a
time. Even purple. It wasnt that long ago, maybe two years back. Or three.
Back when Sabina had still made an effort, when she still cared, if only about
her own appearance.
Todays Sabina had nothing in common with that earlier incarnation.
Sometimes it was hard to believe that this woman, with a cigarette always
dangling between her lips, was the same person as the one in the old photographs with the serrated edges. Hanka sometimes looked through them,
taking care not to be caught. Sabina didnt like the photos. Once, when shed
caught her daughter going through the albums, shed torn several of the photos into pieces, then cried, howling into her pillow. So secrecy was essential, or else soon there wouldnt be a single souvenir of Sabinas beauty! Her
mothers fury would turn them into dust.
Impossible, the girl thought, comparing todays Sabina with the younger
one. Where did the bits of clumped lipstick at the corners of her lips come
from? And the fierce expression? Hanka couldnt accept that the mother
in the photos was gone, the one with the cream-coloured retro dress and
shining, polished nails. Hanka missed her. And sometimes she was simply
ashamed of what she had become.
While Hanka sat wondering whether a bebok hadnt perhaps kidnapped that long-ago version of her mother and put todays Sabina here in
her placesomething that every child knows the Silesian devils sometimes
doSabina was struggling with breakfast. The bread kept moving on the

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cutting board. She tried to cut it into slices with shaking hands, but the pieces looked as if theyd been made with a chainsaw. It was better not to say
anything, though. In the end Sabina hurled some sandwiches onto the table.
They were nothing like the ones in the magazines, with cucumber, tomato
and radish. Hanka would have really loved a sandwich like that, but her
mother never made anything of the kind. Bread, butter, cold meat, jam, or
cheese curdsnothing sophisticated.
You must have lost your fucking ass! Sabina said harshly when Hanka
asked her to sprinkle the cheese curds with chives. Hanka had eaten sandwiches like that next door, at her friend Agatas, and they tasted really good.
Hanka chewed slowly, trying to swallow the pieces without the benefit
of tea since Sabina hadnt served anything to drink today. She could hardly
get the bread down, but it was better not to complain.
Im not your housemaid! Sabina would hiss at her in response to even
a minor request. Better to say nothing.
Fortunately, Janusz appeared a moment later. He came out of the bathroom dressed in old track pants and a T-shirt. He smelled of Nivea cream
and some kind of aftershave. He didnt actually shave, but he used it as a
perfume because he knew that Hanka liked the smell.
Oh, you have nothing to drink! He came over to Hanka and put the
kettle on the gas. Coffee? he turned to Sabina, but she just snorted. He
shrugged his shoulders and prepared two teas. His wife, perhaps offended by
the sight of them, left for the living room.
Thanks! Hanka muttered to her father, and he smiled in response.
Drink up and well go. Mum probably didnt get enough sleep, he
laughed and wiggled his eyebrows. Hanka snorted, but immediately went
quiet, stopped by a warning gesture from her father. It wasnt wise to provoke Sabinashe hated being mocked. They quickly packed a bottle of water and two apples into a plastic bag. The fishing tackle was waiting in the
hall, where Janusz had put it the previous evening. They put their sneakers
on and left. Sabina didnt bother to say goodbye.
As soon as they were downstairs, Hanka started to chatter. She felt better as she disappeared from Sabinas view. Sorry, from mums view. Being with
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didnt even notice where they were goingafter all, he was leading the way.
Sitting on the bus, she realised that she didnt remember the walk to the bus
stop or the moment when theyd boarded.
The trip wasnt long. On the way they passed meadows that were as flat
and featureless as a pancake, here and there decorated with a single tree. Just
like on postcards from Jura. Hanka wanted to stop by one of these solitary
trees someday, spread a blanket and fall asleep. Dream of nothing. Or eat
breakfast there. Maybe eventually shed be able to talk her father into it.
Were getting off soon, Janusz said, interrupting her thoughts as he
started gathering their things. As always, he checked that they hadnt left
anything on the bus. Hanka found it funny, given that all they had was one
net and a fishing rod. She snorted quietly, then politely waited by the door.
As soon as the bus stopped, she jumped out into the roadside dust,
which billowed up around her knees and settled on her socks. She glanced
at her father. Nothing. He hadnt even noticedhed never been bothered by
such things. Sabina would probably have whacked Hanka in the head.
They made their way through a forest. A few isolated clumps of wild
strawberries grew near the path. Hanka raced from one to another, picking
the red fruit cautiously and then savouring it. Nothing could equal fresh
wild strawberries. Even the smell couldnt be imitated. Sabina had bought
wild strawberry cream once and it stank.
You want some, daddy? Hanka shouted to Janusz, who was trailing a
little bit behind.
No, thanks. Wait by the turn because Im not keeping up! he laughed
and adjusted the bag with the fishing rod, jumping from side to side in a
funny way.
The river appeared as soon as they took the turn. Hanka rushed
through the waterside meadow, jumping over cowpats. From time to time
she stopped to pick a handful of sorrel and put it into her mouth. Sabina forbid her to eat unwashed leaves, afraid of tapeworms. But Sabina wasnt here.
Hanka actually felt a bit sorry that her mother had never come with her
and her father. She didnt know what she was missing, never seeing the spot
where they came to fish. It was near the bus stop, on a low, sandy bank. A
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said it was two, or even three metres deep. Amongst the sunken roots, the
fish drowsed. They glistened between the mossy boughs, as crooked as the
fingers of the old ladies at church. It was enough to tempt the fish with good
baittheyd open their eyes and immediately take the hook.
Later, Janusz and Hanka would clean them and prepare them for cooking at home. Theyd cover them with breadcrumbs, fry them, and finally
eat them. Her mother had never even tried one of the barbel they caught!
Theyre toxic, stuffed with rubbish from the river. Everything is contaminated here! she would complain, refusing to take a bite. It made Hanka sad.
Probably Janusz too.
In the end, they reached the spot. Hanka lay down on the grass, and
Janusz peeked at the bottom of the bank, unfolding the equipment and casting with the fishing rod.
Can I have something to drink? Hanka asked. She was thirsty after
running crazily. She swallowed some water, then lay down again. Crickets
chirped around hershe stayed quiet so as not to startle the fish.
She was almost asleep when her father jumped to his feet.
Got a bite! he whispered and pulled on the rod. Hanka sat up straight.
Strong one! He looked happy, pulling back on the rod once more.
The fish tumbled over and came up to the surface. Hanka saw it had
green sides and a bright belly.
Pike! Dad, its a pike! She smiled broadly. Pikes were rare. And tasty.
Hanka especially liked them with onion. But they left their secret hiding
spots, covered with calamus, reluctantly. And they were fast and careful.
Like every predator, Janusz had explained to Hanka.
Janusz concentrated on the fish and Hanka, nervous and suddenly
hungry, took a walk along the shore. Her father would bring the pike in just
fine, so long as the line didnt get jammed.
Goddamn! he muttered annoyed. Its caught between the roots, he
put the fishing rod back on its stand and took his shirt off. Ill get in and get
it outmaybe Ill catch the fish, too.
He took off his shoes and unzipped his trousers. He placed them together in a neat little pile, then stood up, bent into a bow, his hands forming
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No! Hanka suddenly shouted, grabbing him by the elbow. Dont
dive!
Janusz smiled indulgently, patiently trying to explain.
Hania, he explained. Wait here and Ill get the fly line out, its expensive.
But Hanka wasnt giving up.
Dont dive! she howled and pulled back on her fathers shoulder. No,
no, dont dive, dont jump, do whatever, but dont jump in here! she yowled.
Hania, calm down. How am I going to get there otherwise? Its too
high and too steep to walk. Janusz took his daughter by the shoulders and
tried but failed to push her asideHanka put up a fierce resistance. Dont
jump into water you dont know! That was the rule. Shed been told the same
thing many times, and she could still remember the litany of possible disasters: spinal injury, paralysis, cuts. She held onto her father and screamed.
Hanka! Janusz was starting to get angry now. Stop it! his tone
brought the girl around a bit. Im going to dive! he said, then sat Hanka on
the grass and walked to the edge.

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ABOUT ME
I was born and raised in the south of Poland, but a big part of my family lives
in the US and Canada. As a child, I always assumed that my English-speaking uncles and aunts must feel terribly lost in Poland, since speaking Polish
is something of a superpower. So, I resolved early on to master Englishthe
first word I learned was teddy bear.
I began my writing career in 2012, after leaving the IT industry. Several of my books were published in Polish, and were all successful and wellreceived. In 2015, I made the decision to switch to self-publishing and start
my international career. This was a tough decision, but I assumed that since
I can say much more now in English than just teddy bear, I might succeed.
My first book published in English was Absolute Sunset. I still wonder
how I managed to complete this projectI think it was a matter of meeting
the right people at the right time. I have always been lucky to meet people
who are really committed to their work. When I saw my book on Amazon

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for the first time, I took a selfie with my computer screen in the background.
I look at it almost every day. Working on Absolute Sunset was a lot of fun,
so I decided to go ahead with translating and publishing all of my books in
English.
And, of course, I continue to write. I am seriously considering switching to writing directly in English. Ill probably give it a try, and my editor will
likely go crazy. But I have a strong need to keep moving forward, to learn,
to develop, to try things that at first glance seem impossible to accomplish.
This is probably why I love CrossFit and distance running. Im short
and thin, but I can lift heavy weights and finish a marathon with a pretty
good time. Im training to run a 100-miler next year, and Ill probably also
try a triathlon, and maybe something more extreme, like skydivingI love
to push the limits. Even better, all of my family members are willing to join
me. Our motto is Coollets give it a try!
When I write I like to push the limits too. I dont stick to one genreI
like to mix them to achieve the effect I want. I dare to do that because I have
my lucky sweater that I always wear when I work, even in summer. It is blue
and very thick. Whenever I leave the lucky sweater on a sofa or chair, my dog
Rafa uses it as a blanket. He is a small pinscher and loves warmth, so most
of the year he suffers and shakesPoland is really cold. His favorite place at
home is the floor in front of the fireplace. He also likes to step on my notes
and sometimes drinks tea from my cup. And eats my chocolates. He is not
a good assistant.
On the whole, I am a professional dreamer. What I want is to be able to
write till the end of my life. And to win a few awards, of course. I think one
should always dream big, it does no harm, and maybe one day the dream
can be achieved. I am steadfastI will keep on doing my job and keep on
dreaming.

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MY OTHER BOOKS
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Miran Zielinski has had enough of ethics and laws getting in the way of
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Miran will need wealth, brilliance, and ruthlessness to achieve his goal.
Andreas can provide wealth, but must be paid in his own currency, and his
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Based on real-world developments in biology and genetics, this sci-fi thriller
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tiny spark is enough to start fights between neighbors. The people are on
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Who is responsible? The one who rides the wind and comes to Laliki village
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Artists make poor mates. For example, take Kata and Lukeshe a writer, he
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Reality: the artists bane, banished by drinking, cocaine, and one-night
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THE 9TH OF JULY

Who can say if love is right or wrong?

Andrzej loves her daughter, to the exclusion of everything else. Helena loves
her son, although he is far from being a good man. Renata loves her dog
Orionshe has nobody else, and when Orion is gone, she plans to leave this
world as well. Antonina loves the arts more than people. Daniela loves her
dead husband.

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And Janusz... and Ela... and others... All of them ordinary people, trying
hard to love in the right way.
Full of humor and unexpected twists, this novel explores what our lives are
really about. Through the eyes of different characters, it asks a simple question:
are we all the same? Do we all need love to survive?
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