Last night I dreamed that I was in Sopot walking in a park. A large stone lay in the shade of the old trees. I saw that someone had carved a comfortable seat into it. But the most surprising sight was the two-dimensional copper contour of my favorite four heroes...
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... 