We've all had a moment in our lives when we've wanted to undo what has already happened. It is not possible; we don't have a time machine to change the course of events. That's life; our every action has irreversible effects. It is impossible to restore life to our friend Marcin, though I would give everything for it. Somehow I cannot pack and leave Previdza. My instinct to repair and improve things doesn't let me sleep at night. My friends went to collect the remains of the glider, and I want to do something, and the only thing that comes to my mind is to pour on paper all my rattling thoughts. I apologize to all whom I may hurt in this time of mourning and wistfulness, but I cannot do anything else except brutally state the truth. I'm crying as I write this, but I know I have to do something.
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