Oh, let me get wet and cold at last. I want to do something useful for the earth today
– I thought, after a month of lockdown.
As was raining the volunteer’s clean up at Claddagh beach in Galway have been cancelled. But around midday the rain stopped, so Aga, Mary, and I took litter keepers, gloves and bags and we went to the shore of Atlantic.
Outside the window is a November grey, cars move along the wet street, but their noise reminds me of the sound of the sea. The flame of a cinnamon candle lights up my kitchen, where I write letters to residents of nursing homes.
The second wave of the epidemic came in autumn. Atlantic in Galway has been pouring from the sky for several days and the roar of the wind wakes up me at night. But the cry of revolution from Poland is louder than the stormy sea and it echoes in my heart.
The catalyst for this article was an virtual meeting with Izabela Duchnowska, the initiator of a community fridge which she put in front of her artistic hostel in Wrocław’s Nadodrze over two years ago.
Once again Ireland showed me that it does not take much to create the magic.
On the 1st of October is chilly and wet. I put on the Wave Maker’s orange jacket and get on my blue bike. Nothing is happening on Walter Macken Place, and the Mervue housing estate seems to be lifeless. I can see mold on the buildings and temporary road works on the street. However, when I look more closely, I can notice sunflowers in the garden and even a small greenhouse.
I did not plan to write the next post so soon, but the Galway’s murals called out to me.
I love murals in urban space. I missed them in Galway. But, something has changed. And thought-provoking photomontages appeared on several buildings in my city.
It is easy to say that someone is racist, but WHO AM I?
An interview with Agnieszka Bułacik, a co-founder of the new visions educational collective, made me realize how much routine thinking is still inside me. Although we often seem not to perceive the problem as ours, the first step to change is to own up: Yes, sometimes I think schematically.
So here’s an idea for a more useful game. Next time you go for a walk, pick a bag and fill it with trash, post a picture of it and nominate other friends to do so. We all have gloves and masks, you’ll be isolated so no excuses, but please respect the quarantine restrictions. Please feel free to participate without being nominated
-wrote Enrico Bagnoli on his Facebook profile and he has motivated others to clean up their nearest areas.
He went for a walk and took a large bag full of plastic rubbish and fishing waste on the edge of the ocean.
I search myself
like the seed that
searches in the flowerAna Blandiana – The Middle on the Way
Last two weeks in Sibiu, Romania I spoke with so many people from various countries: Romania, Japan, Nederlands, Bulgaria, Serbia, China, Iran, Poland, France, Spain, UK.
There were individual conversations and meetings with passion, feelings, with different expirence and troubles. Our expectations were infiltrating in one point – Sibiu International Theatre Festival.