Beaten up old car, a dozen apples, toy dog, countless small lower silesian villages… and two control freaks bound to have the most enjoyable evening possible. It had to end in tears.

(If you asked me, I’d blame the devilish power of basalt.)

A new art museum just opened. A fine excuse to hit the town.

(This was yet another adventure that led to another adventure that led to another. Seems that when things happen, they happen all the time; when they don’t, it’s so silent you can hear the crickets in the distance.)