“Where the Strawberries grow under Fir” The van rattles along the narrow pass beneath Babia Góra. My notebook trembles on my knees as the forest smears into stone ridges, sky low and restless overhead. My thoughts spill out before I can tame them. “Elusive men like Tarmo don’t stumble into trouble,” I murmur, more to…
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The Chronicles of a Memory Cartographer: Silecia
Miro’s Study, Pre-Dawn While Sandi laughs with Miro in the kitchen and Bartek juggles van keys, I slip away to the painter’s cramped, brush-splattered study. Miro’s old desk, littered with half-filled sketchbooks and the stub of a turpentine bottle, becomes my operational field. My movements are concentrated for the task: shoulders tight, gaze sharpened, each…
The C.O.M.C. Files 