An old lady and seal

I met an old lady in the hotel’s hall. She was waiting for a lift, without any hope for success. She didn’t know how to call it. She was about 80 years old. She was unbelievable thin, her feet were bare. She wore white pants, strap shirt and straw hat. She was going to the beach I think. I solved her problem very quickly by pressing a bottom a bit harder then she had it done.
I went outside with her. She smiled me and said good bye and went to the beach indeed. I turned left towards an Ancient Museum. After some days I remember well only one thing. It was a kind of cylindrical seal form Bronze Age. It was very small, black with figures on it. In the print could be seen two man: a naked one and dressed in long dress and a helmet. Between them were on one side a spear and on the other side a jug, a ball and a dog like in a childish drawing: with pointed nose protruding ears and rounded tummy

Les Temoins

During festival of The Jewish Culture I went to Schindler Factory to se the exhibition of modern art The memory of this Moment from the Distance of Years. The exhibition was in abandoned and neglected factory halls. Destroyed machines, scrapped walls, specific industrial smell created marvelous space for this kind of art, but in such places there is very difficult to guess what is a piece of art. For example I really don’t know if some crumpled papers and some origami which was lying on a shelf in hall 12 was someone’s work or just some rubbish left by a security guard. I like it. You come into specific space and you must decide what is important for you. And learn something about you. From this point of view I must say that I went to the factory to see a loft in a hall 13 -- Les Temoins by Christian Boltanski. It was prepared specially for the exhibition. The room was very dark. On the floor there were thin floorboards. The light was coming through cracks between them. The light and a dust in it was trembling. The floor seemed to be very brittle and delicate. Everywhere was hanging old coats and jackets. I went into the room, because I wanted so much to be between those thing, however I was afraid that I could fell down from this brittle floor. I felt like wire-walker going into the past.

A flower

I read a book of Ernest Gellner Postmodernism, reason and religion. It helps to understand the tension between religion and contemporary science (can I say it in this way?...). I read it only for broadening my mind about the subject, but previous reader of this copy (I took it from the University Library) had to read it for an exam I suppose… every line is underlined… It is disturbing even for me. I usually like observe what was important for else, whilst reading. Sometimes I read such notices more carefuliy. I also make a lot of exclamation marks in margins. But underlining everything?!?... On 31st page I found something which could be a reward for me: two flowers sketched by this crazy reader. What do you think about it? Beautiful isn’t it?

Black dog

One day, when I was going to the Conference Center, I saw dogs playing on the beach. They were small and had long coat. One was black the other was white. They were running with unbelievable speed. Depending on where they were at the moment, the goal was to run out the water or get into it as quickly as possible.

mime in San Sebastian

I had a cold in San Sebastian. It made my willpower less strong. I escaped from some presentations at The Conference. I went for a walk on a beach but for it I was also to weak. Finally I got in a café. I chose a table with a beautiful view for the sea and mime on the street. For more then half an hour nobody had given her any money. She was dressed in white clothes. Her face was also white. On her hand she had white gloves. Going back to Conference Hall I gave her some change. I had expected some movement, maybe a bow, waving hand… She looked at my eyes and shake my hand. It was so nice.

Helga

Spain, but it’s raining all the time. It’s deny the stereotype telling that Spain is warm and sunny country. For me it is like Bieszczady. Rain, rain rain… One day we went to a Basque restaurant in The Old Seaport. I was observing a waiter. She was fat. Her hands were roughened. Her hair was messy. To be honest she was not very pretty, but I liked her. She hold with iron hand everything in the restaurant. She didn’t make any unnecessary movement. In her free time she was joking, dancing, teased her colleague. She didn’t work, she enjoyed her life. It was beautiful!

Saint Anna

I got to know about the Monastery on Mount Saint Anna, when ecologists were protested against building a new motorway. Ecologists have lost their battle, so I could went back from Germany by this motorway. I turned into the road going to the Monastery for small pause in my trip. I visited the church with a sculpture of Saint Anna (known of its miracles) and Calvary of the Cross.

Ilmenau

I have never been to such a small German city like Ilmenau. We arrived there at night. Of course I couldn’t find my hotel. I stopped my car on some street in the center and got out the car. In the picture you can see the people who I met firstly. Of course somebody else (woman with a dog) showed me the way. I don’t know who made the sculpture, what it symbolize. It helped me to feel better in that night. In the empty city they surprisingly welcomed me.