We went to the biggest horse market in Poland without really knowing what to expect. When we arrived it was wet, cold and dark. We spent the night in a car, drifting off and waking up in a cramped, sweaty embrace, somehow very appropriate for the whole situation. Strange smells of animals, weird excitement in the air and the crowds of people in the middle of the cold night, it all built up something new, a strange, powerful energy.
To me the horse market meant a powerful energy, waking up my tired brain and giving no choice, but to participate, a crazy dance of men, horses and alcohol,
what’s better there in the world, than beautiful horses and beautiful women
and vodka, I guess,
and here’s what I saw, but maybe more, what I participated in, feeling like I’m placed in a very middle of a big chaos, something long awaited and wild.
One winter morning we all got up to go to work and school, I was maybe, around eight or nine. I remember all the beautiful frost paintings on my windows. All the cars in neighbourhood were making funny noises as they were trying to start. Somebody was helping to push our car so that it moves. Every time I breath out a big white cloud was coming out of my mouth.
Me and P. went to the mountain to hunt for some snow. It’s not easy nowadays. Snow has became an endangered animal you can only watch in the zoos, refrigerators and UAE shopping malls.