I took this girl in the darkest recesses of my beautiful city. Carbon
mountain stone create a lunar landscape, zgniłozielone water with low transparency, the sweet smell of rotten brings to mind the myths and legends of ancient Slavic demons. The area is deserted, there is silence, only surpassed (if you can drown out the silence?) kumkaniem native frogs and the shrill chatter circling ominously around wild birds ...
This frightening scene for newcomers, is my refuge.
They come and they destroy it, all my places, razing ...
