With the red plaster you can bathe


Adam Luczak

NOVEMBER 2019

 



“How would I know if what I remember is not a dream, how would I know if what I remember is not someone else’s story? In the very moment of him falling off a tree and breaking his hand, I was standing still watering the plants. His hand became all the flowers around me and I was so sure that my bone was broken into two. A dream speaks a language, it displaces and condensates. My brother got a red modern plaster, it came from the USA, with this plaster you could bathe, it wasn’t that common in 90s in Poland”