e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Zygmunt Nowak Solinski Greg, a little boy, is intrigued by the vacuum cleaner, which Mrs Williamson, the cleaning lady, says is so powerful it picks up all the dust. It must be magic, he thinks. One afternoon during their holidays on the coast, Dad is sleeping off lunch, Mum has gone to see some […]
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 …
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 […]