MirkaSzychowiak2

Mirka Szychowiak

  LITTLE ANGEL   It’s strange when somebody calls you ‘their little Angel’ as you lie on two armchairs put together because...
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MirkaSzychowiak2

Mirka Szychowiak

Kitchen full of black aunties sighed, outraged with Grandma’s lack of respect for the written word and the bloody stamp in the corner of the page. Nobody questioned the war death. She was the only one who put her foot down.

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Janusz Rudnicki

From Naples to Constantinople, just as long as it’s far from Copenhagen. Camels, sultans, dancing dervishes, the Orient is a mirror to his fantasy, and a balm for his ravished soul. If only his life were like the Thousand and One Nights. He understands now that fairytales are his true calling.

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