Paweł Giza, “The first time, 24 years”

Paweł Giza

“the first time, 24 years”


I heard a lot about that, at first I watched only the paper pictures, the movement and poor-quality films came later on
everybody has already got it over with, they told me how it was, sometimes I felt ashamed that I’ve not, the expectations  were running high

Medium-seized town, unfamiliar apartment,
I wake up in somebody’s bed
Coffee, a cigarette, shoes, a jacket, a yard that I don’t know
A bus
Feet got stuck, something’s pinching me, I raise my head and look ahead
A big sandpit, dust, wind, a lot of water

The Baltic Sea