ODYSSEY (1997–2012), A SCULPTOR’S SPIRITUAL JOURNEY I used to look at that beautiful garden daily with its flowers... and the order and tidiness there… I looked and admired the lovely flowers…I got up and couldn’t name one flower. Why couldn’t I name even one? The professor was very handsome and I was his favourite pupil and he wrote in
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the book “this pupil is not very observant.
SISTER MARIA LAHER (A NEIGHBOUR)
I spent two hours wandering around the cemetery in Przemyślany looking for the grave of Uncle Jan. I spoke to him in my mind asking him to direct me to his grave and to the statue erected in his memory. This section of the cemetery with graves from the 1920’s and 30’s, was badly neglected and overgrown. I couldn’t find him this time but promised myself I would return with a plaque with the original inscription from his funeral, which read: “Our star of the East, which shone over us, has been extinguished.”
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