EMS: Each monday in Blackpool I went to workshop of reflektives writing. You get one so called prompt (short imperativ) and have 15 minutes to write about it in your personally experience. It was voluntarily. You were not obliged to do it.

I was two weeks there. Here are my two writings.

1. Describe yourself through the objects you have thrown away

Socks, slips, sweaters.

Gifts from people I do not like (any more). Even jewlery.
Letters. Love letters first of all. But letters generally.
Gadgets without any sense.
Books which I will not read second time.

It ist not so easy, to write about things I have thrown away, because usually I do not throw things away, I try to give them to somebody, sometimes to whom I know or to an unknown, too.

My friend, which usually has no money, come to me sometimes and ask, whether I have some garments, which she can get, because she needs some new items to wear.

In Berlin it is normal, that you give unwanted or unneeded things away, you lay them somewhere, for example on the bench in a park, or on window sims in a staircase, in a house where you are living.
There is also a portal, where you can give your things away and also get them.

People try to sell things, but I do not do it. I do not like it. I like barter, that pre- and postcapitalistic way to help each other but also giving things away.

But I know very well, what I really throw away last month: It was a book of Ashlee Vance about Elon Musk, presenting him as hero and greatest visionary of our time, inventor of Tesla, SpaceX, PayPal, The Boring Company, Dogecoin… Usually I will never throw a book away. I love books, I love to read books, to write them, to produce them. But… It was really a pleasure to see this book landing in paper container. Something like voodoo.

2. Write about moment, when you felt yourself being alone, and another – being in company

29. Mai 1976 Gdansk
The birth of my son, he was born, but for the first 24 hours they took him from me. It was in comunist Poland, so it was just normal, that there was no room for me in a hospital, even not a real bed. I was laying on a transport bed in corridor. It is late. I lay alone. Gray walls and floor, very cold, with a lonely electric bulb hanging on a cable. There were people around me, but they didn’t noticed me at all. They were busy. And I was so happy, so myself like never before or after.
24. Februar 1994 Berlin
The relaise party of my first edited book (not my book, not my debute!). It was a big succes, it was a big party in Polish Embassy in Berlin, hundreds of guests, but not me being the most important person, of course I was, but there were 30 other people, writers, poets, editors, layouter, translators and we were all so happy. We did everything by ouerselves, with money we organised by ouerselves, with no institutional help from anybody, also without advertising, just ouerselves. And I was so happy, so myself.

So it is almost 20 years gap between these both moments, everything is different, but it is twice the same – giving birth, to a son and to a book.

Love!