The Perspective
“Look, please, the air” she waved her arms to the right and to the left and with a theatrical gesture she pointed to the sky, “the space, the skies cover the future. Being inventive brings the past closer. Yet … I’ve run out of ideas about the space. This view has made me creative somehow. It’s pleasant here, this water, the walls, the … I’ve got one more “panorama”.
Perhaps we could look for something here. We need to look what nanny wrote and what was the outcome… Just don’t ask me about the monument and Copernicus, let it be nice for a while!!!” Naa , he will not ask about anything anymore, crazy girl, she doesn’t know anything and throws the blame on him. But it can be clearly seen that it’s just water and the bank. What has it got in common with the astrolabium, or whatever it was called? But never mind, we will sit for a while and look. She’s right here, a nice marina, damn it, it is infectious … He glimpsed over her shoulder into the notebook. He reached his hand for one of the pictures, in which there were little houses, she immediately caught the photo from the other side. ”Are you afraid I will take them, or what? What’s in here?” But she didn’t answer, just jostled him with her elbow showing with her eyes to look ahead. It smelled different. Something like acid, smoke… In front of them there stood barges with chalets, schimneys, loaded, they stood in front of them; one in front of another moored with chains and anchors to the riverbank, people walking along the boards thrown over water were carrying bags on their shoulders. A fellow on the bicycle and in a hat stood in front of them. He gave them an invigilating look “What do you want here, gipsies, run away, immediately…!” “Catch the photo, together, on one, hurry,” she sighed with relief and … “ We are at home, are you glad?” Wait . Didn’t it all only seem to me? What was it, actually?” “ Well,” she said, “a present from nanny. An excursion into the past. Provided it was voluntary. Got it? “Why did this fellow call us “gipsies” and made us run away? Do we look like the Gypsy children? And why couldn’t we look at the people on the barges?” She gave him a critical look, at his military trousers and a t-shirt with a MTV logo on it. “Why are you picking on me? You have got a ragged skirt and a top after your younger sister.” He concluded sharply. “And your hairstyle is rather fanciful, even nowadays.” She retorted immediately “So what, according to you, should we wear then?” “Well, I think we should proudly wear our school uniforms” she answered. “You must be kidding, at our free time? “ You’re right, but probably more official clothes, like a dress, a ribbon tied into a bow, a shirt, trousers with creases ironed neatly. They considered denim to be worn only by American farmers, fine feathers make fine birds. Lucky to have escaped.. But what about the key? We are looking for the astrolabium… You have got an idea. Something is bleeping in your mind…”
“Again notes from the newspaper, but it is not said from which one. Maybe nanny heard it on the radio or she attended a lecture?”
“ Clear, everywhere there is information that they were cramped in Toruń and that’s why they tumbled, pulled everything down, but it is interesting why the whole thing was so tightly planned. I think that this Tłoczek had access to the old documents while working for the local authorities, and he had clear-headed friends there, so they deduced that with the monument the story was as nanny described. And one may search, but first the way must be found. And they took the opportunity and tidied a bit after the Prussians and changed everything in order to keep information form leaking. Interesting, why didn’t they find anything? Oh, look, the old postcards. The Bank Square and The Caesar Arch. A lot has changed here.”