The young boy pays no attention to the screeching seagulls overhead, while he digs for gold on the Baltic shoreline. Jack London’s stories of prospectors are what is on his mind. The boy is certain that at any moment, gold dust will appear on his shovel....
As the world sleeps, I am awake, enchanted by the pulsing, multicoloured lights vibrating outside my window. I imagine that I alone, am dancing with the Aurora. It’s winter of 1970, Sopot, Poland, and beneath the covers with a flashlight in hand, I read “The... 