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June 15, 2025

On the Sagrada Familia

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I’d like to touch here on a subject I rarely take up – probably because I don’t feel entirely confident in it. I mean architecture and its magic... Let me begin by saying that I’ve never been particularly enchanted by this art form. Not that I haven’t seen it – by now I’ve…

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June 15, 2025

On Sancho, Freedom, and the Walls Within Us

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Recently, for the umpteenth time, I watched The Wall again — Pink Floyd and Alan Parker. Only this time, unlike before, I was watching it with my son. I tried to warn him in advance not to pay attention to me: basically, the electric jolt I get every time I encounter this…

Short Stories

June 02, 2025

The She-Angel

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„Hello,“ said someone behind him, and he nearly slipped off the seat of the worn, spinning chair – his faithful comrade in the endless battle with words. He turned slowly, cursing the pain in his neck that no longer allowed faster movements. The blurred figure across from him…

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Books

June 01, 2025

Firecurl in the Ghost Forest – Excerpt

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Somewhere towards the end of town, in a small cottage surrounded by a spacious garden, lived the red-haired Anne with her mother. Her father, whom she visited from time to time in a distant town, had left the house long ago – so long ago that she could no longer remember it…