An angel and a scull…

I found that angel when I was going from a train station to a hotel in Venice. It is an extraordinary welcome, isn’t it? An angel and a scull… probably it refers to traditional warnings placed on electric devices. There was the first surprising thing in that day. Second happened to me in the hotel. W took a shower, after I had came there. At one point I found a bottle of shampoo on the bottom of shower cubicle. It had been left by the previous occupant of that room. A chambermaid didn’t notice that because it was possible only from inside of the cubicle. I used soap form the bottle. It was for me like a wink to that person – like saying hello.

Angels from Łopienka

An ugly angel

Presentation were starting at 9 and finishing at 6 during Riga conference. I had no time for visiting the town. The photo was taken during one hour long brake, the only one I had. I had small walk then. I found for example the most ugly angel I ever seen. I’m happy to have him in my angels collection.

angel

Another angel to my collection. The pictures was made in the cathedral in Aarhus.

angel in zelkow

An Angel. Magda got it from someone.

supermarket

I have a new washing machine. I’m very happy of it. This is big effort to buy something before Christmas… You can’t imagine how many stupid question about an ordinary TV set can a person ask and how many people wants to buy such a thing just before Christmas. My old washing machine was not enough kind to wait with its technical extinction for few weeks more and it sentenced me of observing it and being in that crowd.
In the photo: another angel. There is a lot of such angels in Kraków now. Much more suits to Christmas then a supermarket, isn’t it?

An Angel

The time of angles is coming.
In the photo: It is not Christmas Angel. I’ve found it in my hometown Rzeszów. It looks a bit ghostly, doesn’t it?

An Angel

I remember Rastafarian’s beads on Maria’s wrist, when she shook my hand first time. I’m not able to divide what I learned from her and what was mine in that time. I’m sure that she has changed me very much. I remember when we seeing of each other home, exchanging letters during boring lessons, walking through mountains (a lot of time for talking and to being silent together)… Her words still rings in my ears: "stones! You keep stones in your bag, don’t you? No? So why is it so heavy?!?", "did anyone promise you, that live would be easy?", "so small bottle of perfume in so small make-up bag… it must be yours?"
As soon as she discovered that I was shy, she got stopped back to let me go thru the door first. That was very nice, funny and a bit effective.
Everything finishes so this friendship has finished. I miss her. In my bedroom, on the wall a picture of an angel made by Maria is hanging. Friends leave prints in one’s soul.