Sitting and smoking on that roof, between old chimneys, awoke my imagination. Maybe the people who used to work in this place, years ago – the factory was established in 1918 – also went up to this roof to smoke. They had their lives, wives, children, duties, plans, dreams, salaries. They lived in a time I only knew from books.
But then again, maybe not only… Sitting on this roof, I felt like both time and space were the same. Maybe this is exactly the kind of thing people call “travelling”?
Klaudia K. Krupa
Polish, Currently living in Lublin, Poland (UTC +1) Personal description: “I was born 20 years ago in eastern Poland. My family came to Poland in the 17th century from the Czech Republic. Now, I’m studying litterature in Lublin, and don’t know what to do with myself.” Couchsurfing ID: Kelebrian E-mail: klaudiak.krupa@gmail.com
page 24
page 25