The Next Chapter
Olanda, do you remember the village near the forest past Dziewczopole? That’s where Władek used to live. I didn’t want to go over to his place for the honey, but I’d promised I would. The life that was inside that person; the odour that meets your nose as soon as you stand in his foyer… Władek belonged to the worse sort of people. Although it’s a fact that, faced as we are with the vacuum and the splendour of existence of thousands of galaxies, and the truths, which pass through people’s lips, such people as have learned to open their lips and give testimony to the existence of the word, there is no such thing as ‘better’ and ‘worse’ people; there are no richer and poorer, those with opportunities and those without, those with small brains and those with big ones — there
