The weather here doesn’t lift one’s spirit. As long as one can talk about a spirit and not spirits. On the contrary, I would give a vigorous kick in its whiffing dark-grey backeye. I feel like I have been waiting all year for a single juicy sun bean. And when… and when I finally feel it on my body, just when it has tickled my leg, belly and cheek – it whisks. Yes, that’s how the things are. We’re condemned to the temperate climate with the temperate doses of light and temperate spikes of positive temperature. I like it temperately and because of my temperate love to the temperate climate perhaps I will soon change it.
Translated by Paulina Filipczyk