CAROUSEL SWINGS
Swans? On such a dreary day? Sometimes it’s dragons, which go better with the wisps of poisonous mist rolling among the prefabs. But those were swans bobbing up and down thanks to the hydraulics of the carousel swings. The air looks so thick, that even the silver piston rods pumping out of their hydraulic cylinders don’t shine with their chromed steel finish, but remain matte grey, like extinguished fluorescent lights. But the thing is spinning after all. In the gloom of a late autumn day, a father sits with his child in the plastic shell of the swing between the swans’ wings, high above the roof of the shopping centre, which was once called Rozlet. (There is a department store in Ostrava named Rozlet. Considering the general mood of these lines, there may be a subtle pun
