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[landing of the stairwell in the tenement at Włodkowica 9 Street]

Dear Mom,
we haven’t seen for over twenty years. And we never will. You don’t know anything about me, and quite a lot has happened. You remember when we watched Panorama Racławicka? Now it’s smaller. And more people, it’s harder for the Earth. I try to tread more lightly. The horizon as if more curved. I dig in sand, hoping to find something alive. Sometimes I laugh, others too. Usually we do it separately. I threw away the flag, still have the stick. Such survival. I owe you some money. How can I pay it back?
Your son, Wiesław
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