On a mountain clearing, surrounded by deep green grass, a wanderer sat down on a rock. He relievedly took off his backpack, closed his eyes, and turned toward the sun, which gently warmed his face. He felt a breeze pleasantly enveloping him. He breathed in the scent of nature and listened to its soothing sounds. His curly brown hair, now completely unruly after months of wandering, fluttered as if the wind was playfully toying with it. The wanderer had behind him hundreds of kilometers, many nights spent in a tent, and plenty of spring water drunk from mountain streams. He felt tired shoulders from the heavy backpack, chafing from clothes, and blisters on his feet, which had carried him so

60 Seconds from the life of Earth. One minute, and so much happens around the globe. Have you ever wondered how different this moment is for many people? Imagine a globe in space, spinning and rotating among stars and moons. What if you could hold it for a moment and take a closer look at different corners? Or place the Earth into a magical projector? Turn it on and see an extraordinary beam of light displaying images against the black sky of a starry cosmos. And then rotate the Earth, letting your intuition guide you as you choose the next points to explore in this extraordinary cinema among the stars. 60 seconds, 1 minute. In one part of the globe,

– You know, Mom, sometimes I get really, really angry, and I don’t know why. – Tell me more about it, sweetheart. – It’s like there’s something inside me, a little person, is pressing buttons, maybe like stepping on a mine while walking through a field, and then it explodes and tells me: ‘And now, Krzyś, you will scream, howl, and throw things,’ and I do it, but then, after a few minutes, when I look around and the room looks like a hurricane, like a tornado has passed right through it, and I see how much damage it has done, how many things it has destroyed – the little boy pondered, completely calm at that moment. He was just

And there, in the darkness, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, a flame is born. It illuminates the awakening world around it with its warm glow. It stretches, yawns, and rubs its eyes with fiery tongues. It looks around but sees nothing beyond its immediate surroundings. – Does this flame have a name? – you might ask. – What caused it to awaken? – Why did it begin to illuminate and embrace its surroundings with its warm light? You won’t believe it! But maybe you’ll try? Does anything come to your mind? It’s you who made it come to life! Really! You have a magical power. A truly extraordinary one, and you can awaken not just one, but millions, a

A boy flies through a dark galaxy, far away in space. An ordinary one, the kind you meet every day and maybe don’t even notice. One who hides a lot of beauty and sensitivity. He flies, drifts and looks for a place for himself in this vast world, although he has no idea how to get there.  He is a little lost, and a little curious about what will happen to him. And now he sits on his space machine, gray, in the shape of a flat rhombus, with lots of lights and switches, and looks forward trustingly. I watch the shiny, beautifully shimmering stars – the single ones and those in constellations, orbits and moons, meteorites and everything else

In distant China in the Sichuan province, somewhere in the mountains in a bamboo forest, a panda sits. Yes, a black and white, fluffy panda. Do you remember exactly what it looks like? It’s such a big, very big, huge, teddy bear. It seems to have such soft fur that you want to get up and stomp, stomp, stomp, to happily run up to it and cuddle up to it with all your strength. Put your pink cheek on its belly and sink into it. Why? To feel so delicately wrapped up, hidden. So safe. And this panda, so far away from us (you can check with your mom, dad, grandma, grandpa or aunt, or whoever you want – where

You know that things come when we are ready for them? And what do we feel then? As is the case in life, it depends 🙂 But what does it depend on – you will ask, think and wonder yourself. On our experiences, memories, the path we have taken and how we have arranged it in our heads! So listen to this fairy tale… Olińcia, a small, petite girl, calm, with great sensitivity, carried in her backpack and heart a lot (a whole lot!) of different experiences and memories to which she was returning at that very moment. She saw images of her wandering and searching for what she had dreamed of so much. What she had desired so much.

In a galaxy far, far away, on a small planet where the sky was pink and orange, on this quiet day the only sound was the breeze in Mr. Ferret’s garden, the simple, neat, well-arranged one. When you stood on his porch, you could see branches swaying in the wind, birds slowly pecking their wings, and brown, yellow, and red leaves rustling and gliding gently along the ground. The Indian summer blended beautifully with the orange-pink sky. Mr. Ferret, wrapped in a knitted scarf, had been raking leaves since morning, intently but with a gentle whistling on his lips. Sometimes he bent down to pick something up, other times he ran his hand across his forehead to wipe the sweat