I have no words. It’s because of goodbyes. And yet, when I left Gdansk, I was so afraid that it would take me a long time to build new close relationships. In Gdansk I lived for ten years and left there many friends. But when I shared with God my fears, He promised that wherever […]
EN • Stories of loving
I come back to Mozambique
I took with me to Lodz the graphic of Bocianowska titled Returns, which I received from my friends. In the simple lines I saw a home to which I can return. It is the only one picture in my new apartment. The graphic depicts three storks over a vast field, with a forest in the […]
Girls with a better tomorrow
She dreams about going back to Africa to make a shelter for orphans. But in the future. Today she still wants to enjoy the dream of childhood. She is in Europe, among the white people. She told me about that during one night in July in a brothel in a Czech town on the border […]
The invisibles
Sometimes it is enough to notice another man. This is probably the most important lesson I have learned in India. I could not cope with the fact that we were so short in each place. In the morning here, in the afternoon there. Orphanages, school, professional activism centers for Muslims, services, community meetings, lessons in […]
Mom
Mom was the first person who taught me how to love. When I close my eyes, I see her hands – full and warm, covering my face. This image, from childhood I carry in me. The memory of that first intimacy she gave me. Mom was always with me, and still is. The passing years […]
Extravagance of giving
You can have very little and at the same time be the richest man in the world. Is not he a rich man who gives generously everything he has? We are taught about this kind of wealth by the widow* who gave her very last money. This is the attitude of the heart that the […]
Stay with me
It?s remarkable how sound can be precise and how long it can stay with us. Even now, as I’m writing this, I can still recall it, sound placed in context. It was one of those mornings when it is hard to remember where you are. It was hot, my skin was sticky and my back […]