Category Archives: Fiction

The dump of letters… or something resembling literature

Towards the twilight

It was the night. I aimed for the tube, going back home after having met someone, somewhere (unfortunately I can’t remember who, nor where. It was an important part of the story that won’t ever be recovered). In Madrid’s subway … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction | Tagged | Leave a comment


Actually the whole episode could’ve not been simpler, and if I had to put it down to some element more or less outside its direct players, I’d probably point to the mismatch between my eating habits and those of the … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction | Leave a comment

Water heart, ice heart

So there I was, back in my hometown, being paid a spontaneous tribute by my country folk for having returned from my endless journeys around the globe; a casual open-air meeting in the middle of the street, where I was … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction | Tagged | 2 Comments

The visit

In my dream, I was watching a boy who, sitting on a stool at the kitchen table, silently and obediently nodded to every of this mother’s warnings, perhaps scolding or simply instructing him. He is a handsome boy of big … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction | 2 Comments

Winter in Finland

After a last tantrum of unusual warm days for the season, this long autumn, child of burnt hydrocarbons, has finally given way to winter. Bright white days. Twenty five below. Even before coming into contact with the air, my breath … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction | Tagged , | Leave a comment


Konttori was the most celebrated nightclub in town,‭ ‬though certainly not the best, on top of overly priced:‭ ‬its long admission queue led the customers, past the bully bouncers, to a local ‬densely permeated by cigarette smoke,‭ ‬puddled with beer … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction | Tagged | Leave a comment

Christmas Eve among bums

It’s Christmas Eve. A big full moon, very round and white, shines on the pure black of a Polish night. I drag my Christmas loneliness, on an empty stomach, along the cold and deserted streets of Bialystok. What am I … Continue reading

Posted in Essay, Fiction | Tagged | 2 Comments

The bizarre Hua Qiang Bei electronic market

Hua Qiang Bei is arguably the largest market for electronics in the world, and definitely one of the more fantastic and bizarre places I’ve ever been. Deep in the very heart of Shenzhen city, China, there is a street called … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction, Travels | Tagged , | Leave a comment