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Chapter 1 "I walked in, I saw, and everything was already clear to me... I knew I'd fall under his spell..." " Wiolka, concentrate!" Aga admonished her friend. "You won't understand a thing about the lecture later. " "Okay, I'm here now." Although she said these words decisively, intending to listen to the lecture, it didn't help; she flew off somewhere far away again... "Well, yes, I'm a student now, and almost an adult at that, I guess, but what good is it if situations keep repeating themselves in my life, like Arek and his charm..." She looked to the side and met Arek's gaze. Of course, as always, it brought a smile to her face. Almost every time she was in his company, the smile never left her face. "Where are you wandering?" he asked. "Nowhere in particular," she replied . "Yeah, right, you can tell me later at the pub." "I'll think about it." "Arek is a grea...

They found Martin Calme's with his stomach ripped open, somewhere in a park, behind Peekadale Boulevard. At the time, I didn't know how he died; I only remember noticing a notice in the local newspaper. Then they found three more people. I can't remember their names. All of them near the boulevard, died from similar wounds. The Peekadale Monster, does anyone else remember that story? They finally caught a homeless man who was hanging around that area. Based on circumstantial evidence, they sentenced him to death. Public pressure can be deadly. Of course, I was also relieved when they caught him, even though I instinctively felt the vagabond was his own victim. But people need deception that allows them to feel safe, even for a moment. In '86, I moved to Cedar Creek and got a job as an English teacher. It was a stable job, a steady source of income, and it didn't interfere with my ability to continue writing. I was no longer dependent on the whims of local publishers...

I was conceived from an egg. And the kind you have in mind. You don't believe me, do you? Okay, so I'll tell you my story. Have you ever seen an ostrich egg? My life began in something like that. And I won't deny that it began like that for many of you. Yes. I learned about it in a very special way. I learned it… by dying. What does dying look like? Certainly different in each case. For me, it began with waking up and looking at the ceiling. Everything was white and sterile, and the sharp smell of disinfectant permeated my ears. And I don't know where a faint, rhythmic sound was coming from. Pi, pi… Pi pi… higher and lower tones combined with a sound like deep, rapid breathing. But I couldn't see the whole room; my head was heavy and I couldn't lift it or turn it to the side. I tried to imagine what was so special happening around me, and what were these sounds that had piqued my curiosity? I'm still calm, though I don't know what's happening to me o...

. Sonia is a triangular dog. Is it possible that triangular dogs exist? Of course they do. What's more, there are also rectangular, round, and even oblong dogs. What is a triangular dog? It doesn't take much to explain; just look at Sonia. Her eyes are rather round, but where are they located? Of course, in (or "on," but perhaps "in," is better, because the eyes are also somewhat inside, and if something is inside, it's "in" rather than "on")—that is, in a triangular muzzle. The muzzle is wider at the top, then narrows, and at the bottom, it's just a tiny ("not so tiny!" Sonia would protest, and she'd be right, because compared to other dogs, it's not so tiny at all), so let it be—not tiny, but definitely a black nose. At the top of her muzzle, where it's wide, are two triangular (of course!), protruding ears. Sonia's ears are very mobile. Sonia can "perch" them so they pick up sounds from almos...

Late one evening, passersby in town witnessed a young man break into a car, take out a cardboard box, look inside, and then faint. When he regained consciousness a moment later, he fled, and passersby peered into the box. Franek was the first to reach him. As soon as he realized what was inside, he immediately closed the box. A taste of fear and excitement was etched in his eyes. I knew him too well to say this was his normal behavior. "What's inside?" "Not important, but I'm sure you'll be happy," he replied, lifting the box with a lightness that suggested the contents weren't the heaviest. "Come on, before those hyenas skin us alive. Jump in." He climbed into the car as if it were his own and started it with the jumper cables. He promised to teach me how, but I can't wait to master this trick. "Cool, just turn off that alarm for goodness sake." He did it with a single tug on the blue cable. At the same time, he put the pedal...

Just as Jesus walked on water, we walked on scorched earth. The black mud swallowed our feet, and we trudged on, unaware that with every step we took, we were getting closer to trouble. The rain finally stopped. I realized we were somewhere in the middle of a riverbed left by the Oder River, which had flowed here for centuries. There were two of us: me and my brother Piotrek, who was ten years younger than me. I think children should have happy youth and adolescence, but instead we were wading through this mud, looking for food. Any food. If I found a dead crow, I'd eat it too. But that's just a man's dream. I didn't want to tell my brother that if we didn't find some shelter by dusk, any kind, maybe a rock crevice or something, anyway, if we didn't, we were done for. And goodbye life, hallelujah. And all because of that damned meteorite. He farted far away, but before anyone could react, he was finished. That was the moment the turtles escaped from their cages,...