Anka sighs and says, “I wish I could get an injection of energy.” She’s tired, the intensity of last year has given way to a different, more sluggish pace of activity. “I’m tired too,” I say, slowly, “and deeply sad.” We are sitting at the kitchen table, looking at the trees outside the window of her house in a suburb of Warsaw. I’ve come to Wolomin to visit Telepatia, my cat, who Anka and her mother were kind to take in last March. I needed to be free to move at a moment’s notice, free of responsibility for a living creature who depends on me. She’s been there a year now.
a Kind of Refugee / 15.03.2023, Part 1
a Kind of Refugee / 15.03.2023, Part 1
a Kind of Refugee / 15.03.2023, Part 1
Anka sighs and says, “I wish I could get an injection of energy.” She’s tired, the intensity of last year has given way to a different, more sluggish pace of activity. “I’m tired too,” I say, slowly, “and deeply sad.” We are sitting at the kitchen table, looking at the trees outside the window of her house in a suburb of Warsaw. I’ve come to Wolomin to visit Telepatia, my cat, who Anka and her mother were kind to take in last March. I needed to be free to move at a moment’s notice, free of responsibility for a living creature who depends on me. She’s been there a year now.