jogging at the atlantic coast, out of breath, with wind in my hair and sandy dunes under feet, i started recording the stories i have been rehearsing in my head for so long. i know all of them already, so i guess i was rehearsing them for you : ) here we go…
the first and second recordings are in polish, the third one is in english.
(the short story in the first one, for non-polish speakers, is on how i was not born where i was meant to lead my life. for so many reasons.)