Translation by Adrian Krajewski

Polish version

He coughed, and it made me jump. It was not his voice. I looked his way and indeed, there was a stranger sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper. I looked around the room – there was nothing familiar in it either. The table, chairs, the painting on the wall – I was looking at these things for the first time. I held my breath for a moment and I closed my eyes, but when I opened them again, everything was still bizarrely alien. How could I not notice that before? I have been here with him since I opened my eyes in the morning. I managed to prepare and serve him breakfast, I washed the dishes and only when I was making tea, this unpleasant sensation of alienation hit me. Czytaj dalej