Category Archives: Fiction

. It was one of the saddest evenings of my life, I believe. We were walking in silence along the stale Berdnardskiego park and -as who bleeds to death- with every new step we took a stronger affliction overcame us. … Continue reading →

. All of a sudden the sky, the atmosphere, the light itself, have turned yellow, and a strong wind, like the blow of an angry and evil god, is severly bending the trees and wiping from the ground, at a … Continue reading →

. Last night I dreamt of Agnes. I dreamt of Agnes and the dream was like this: I had arrived to a building, like a school or an institute, that could be the academy where we knew each other, though … Continue reading →