Thursday, 19 April 2012

On a bus

                          © Ula Wiznerowicz
I landed in Bydgoszcz. As usual, a friend of mine picked me up from the airport and drove back to her house. Time passed so fast that before I even realised, I was already seating on a bus, heading home. It was 7 a.m. in the morning. The road was almost empty and there was a silence on the bus as well, nobody was talking. I stole a glance at some passengers whose eyes were fixed upon a distant horizon. I decided to do the same and I stared at the well-known Polish landscapes. I saw those spindly birch trees and finally felt that I am getting close to my home. My heart started beating faster and I couldn't stop thinking about my project, people I am going to meet and stories I am about to listen to this time.