Childhood in Poland. Carefree and warm. We flounder in the water like beavers and although leeches pinch us in the calves we build the dam. The river is dreaming. Reflecting as in a mirror the familiar faces of friends and loved ones, they forgot me, their children have grown up and gone into the unknown. …
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