the first part was a story of me and Madziar becoming security officers and private detectives in one. it was a warm night somewhere in Krakow and we were observing someone in a pub. then someone else (most likely his partner) attacked us from behind. Madziar fell down, suddenly everyone disappeared, there was only me, two waitresses and Madziar laying on the ground. we thought she was dead and it frightened me but then she moved. she only had some bruises.
that's where the second part started. we were in Kazimierz, this time with my boyfirend. the three of us walked through a dark park. then Madziar said she would show us a unique place.
she led us to a room with walls of glass. it looked like a classroom. the teachers and all students were bronze. there were two rows of tables, so long that we couldn't see the end. between them there was another row, also bronze. the third row was bizarre. it was a row of similar sculptures. each of them was a bald man standing in front of a wall that reached their chin and looking at it with either sadness or fear. that made me think of the Wailing Wall.
we walked through the classroom between the figures and entered the house.
it was something like Massolit, lots of books, coffee tables, armchairs and couches, beautifully designed rooms, even bedrooms. it was lit by a warm candlelight. it was a book shop and cafe. but it was also someone's home. people lived there, an old lady in her nightgown reading some book in bed seemed like a decoration but it was where she lived. she somehow missed the moment when her home became a public place. and everything made an impression that the house inhabitants didn't even notice the visitors. there was also a children room with all old fashioned toys such as bears, dolls and wodden toys scattered around.
what i missed in the house was a kitchen which seems to me the very heart of a house.
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