The juicy blue lake climbed up in front of our faces when Witek Dunce choked. He only yelled “Fuck!”, stuck his hand up and went under. It must have been his socks. They must h
Marysia Skowronek lived with her son in Polna Street. She was tiny, like Mrs. Pepperpot in the cartoon. She was a legend in our little town, the queen of rubbish dumps and of magic
