Archives for the month of: August, 2013

This day was all about people. We met very small people. We met very lonely people. We met well educated people. We met sexy people. We met instable people. We met faithful people. We met people that disappeared because no one talked about them. We met people that reappeared because someone made a sculpture of them. We met people that seemed to have been more important than others. We met people that felt more important than others. We met people made of rubber, Lego, paper. We met people that were throwing blankets at us and people that were taking care of us.


We met two buisinessmen saying a lot of ‘Kurwa’ in a normal tone at the airport. We were told a bout Chopin and his music academy. We got distracted by the way they write his name – ‘Frederyka Chopina’ we believe it was. It sounded like a lady to us. We had a mix of funny thoughts about that. We heard someone talking just a couple of decibels too loud. We spotted a fransiscan monk in the middle of the night with a backpack on. We went back to the burned down rainbow and met a dancer telling us he worked in Haga. We think that Haga is the best way of referring to The Hague.



Today we found the new world (=nowy swiat) in the middle of Warsaw. We followed marching-men and weaping-women. We yieled in front of representing generals and wooden crosses. We discovered a castle with people sitting on chairs listening to a person also sitting on a chair speaking in a very unfamiliar language about A. We concluded from the way the people were dressed and their hair was styled and from the way they were listening, that the person must be a famous person. We sat on a chair as well, listened to the stories about A, looking at the images being A, hearing about performance A and conceptual A and political A.


We learned that while doing A you cannot be in love with a person, because one is being tied for a year to another person.  After the famous person in front had finished talking about A, we met three blonde polish women. One with almost no hair. One with very long hair. One with curly hair. Two of them were sisters. Two of them shared the same boyfriend. One of them can think whatever she wants. Two of them were best friends. Two of them just returned from London. One of them had a high voice. One of them had a dark voice. Two of them are also doing A. And one of them appeared to be the reincarnation of Marlene Dietrich. We decided to introduce our readers at a later stage of this blog to these phantastic A producers.

We experienced the darkness of Warsaw, when the sun set and the city turned into a jungle. We sat under a burned rainbow and found the gold we were looking for. A lonely actor played sad tunes for us while a caring sociologist kept us from the contamination of neoliberalism. And everywhere we went, history. And everywhere we went Marlene would whistle her little tune for us.

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We found a palm tree and a rainbow in the middle of Warsaw. We saw a castle surrounded by mud. We saw Kopernikus looking back at us. We saw a ceiling made of umbrellas. We saw the sign “koniec” (= the end) quite often. – Is that a sign? – We saw a guy trying to change time. We met a big woman blocking our view of Poland. We discovered Kafka was a non-alcoholic. We saw green, lots of green. We saw a palace of culture. We saw a cube full of flowers. We met a guy throwing blankets at us. We tasted beer that tasted like the taste of honey. We saw a jungle on top of a building filled with knowledge.

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We saw Madame Curie borrowing the looks of Lady Gaga. We walked on instable ground. And we smelled like Chanel.


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