I'm trying to build some stories between dream and reality. I feel like a mad scientist or storyteller – you don't know when I'm saying the truth, but it doesn't matter.

Sometimes it seems to me that everything is going to collapse. The houses, grey from soot, and the broken pavements will fall on the mine corridors below. I live in a small town in Silesia, and at some point there might have been something interesting going on here, but it was so long ago, that it is long since buried in memory. It is neither pretty nor ugly. There is no heritage of previous generations, not even any hint of flair in the current ones. If not for the dead mine shafts protruding from below, my town might be located anywhere. Or perhaps here and there.

„Here and there” is „gdzieniegdzie” in Polish. But it also has its equivalent in the Silesian dialect - „kajnikaj”. If we use the latter, my place will become less „here and there”. This is an obvious form of taming the reality, allowing us to build upon it and create a mythology of sorts.

So a backward town becomes the background of excavating the history of a family living there, however not in terms of real events, but imagined ones, aimed at seeking the ultimate purpose.

When I look at the sky over the decaying town, and when I build rickety contraptions I am trying to find means to escape from the place I was born and raised, even though I know that it is a futile attempt.

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