Helicopter
by Zygmunt Nowak Solinski Invited round. Small, wild garden with children. Stupid kids. Look at them, playing football. How can you talk with them kicking that bloody ball around? It’s going to hit …
Babel
by Zygmunt Nowak Solinski A Voice Hamid. Look outwards. Here you will not reach Heaven. How many generations have built this place? Always upwards. Seeking. I will show you beyond these clouds. Look. What do you see? There is no beginning. No end. Look to those horizons. That is where you must go. It can […]