Today I bought two books about Chuvash (because it’s connected with Proto-Bulgarian) and Mongolian language (because why not). My mom just looked and me and asked: “Five languages are not enough for you? Are you insane?”. A little bit.
It’s a miracle that I didn’t bought Polish-Slovak and Slovak-Polish dictionary. It costed only 58 zł, but then my Poor Polish Student Heart said: “Okay, but it’s almost 60 zł. You can buy 6 portions of baozi or over 30 soups at the cheapest and THE BEST place in the city”.
89 students and graduates of Academies of Fine Arts were soldiers of the Polish Legions during World War I – many of them at some point in their military careers became colonels, majors or even generals.
Tales of a Polish Space Bear
It’s finally done!!!! My first original short, and I couldn’t be happier on how it turned out. It’s about how in life sometimes things seem so promising, but there’s no guarantee things will happen the way you want. In the end though, everything works out! This film means so much to me, and I would be honored if you would take a look at it.
Also a huge huge huge thank you to @deamoryi for the music!!! It turned out do amazing, it is like, insane how great it is!! THANK YOU!!
And a shout out to @hayoubi for helping me with the process of this film. She’s been such a good friend and mentor, so thank you!!
He sees Dalton again in a dream. Wispy and opaque and in flashes of nonsense the way dreams are: His shoes clacking on the polished floors. Some unidentifiable student handing him a cloth-covered book in the library. He sits at a handsome heavy oak table, puts his feet up and realizes he can’t read the title. It’s blurry, gibberish. Then not even there at all.
He’s in biology, stacking sheet music, watching dust motes swirl and quiver in a beam of sunlight coming from a window he can’t see.
He’s in his dorm waiting to shower. He’s in someone else’s room, wearing a red and white McKinley Titan’s gym T-shirt.
He’s on the staircase, floating down as if he were flying with the skylight spinning above, spiraling down and down and down. Kurt is there. He holds out his hand. He smiles. That’s when the fire starts.
Someone is telling him to go, run, go. It’s his own voice. But he can’t. He can’t just leave his kids and leave Dalton, it’s safe there, they need it, they need him. He can put out the fire, he can. If he could just stop panicking for a second.