(...) Sometimes I feel like I was there. Walking on these streets.
However, I know these streets are not real, this city is an illusion,
these worlds in front of me are world of my immagination. In this
daydream I feel very light, in kind of weird way, like I was light as a
wind. So I'm haunting these dreamy streets as a fog, able to make every
heart cold, make every thought blown away.
It took me actually ages. 'Esperanza' was supposed to be my first novel, but a composition of the story required a more specific form. So there is my short story. Placed in Poznań, Poland, Esperanza is a story about searching answers of a past before living home. But the main character is a city, a magic city, to be enjoyed by those who had an honour spend a time there. This is a last sentence of Esperanza, finishing this adventure for me, and beginning it for readers- translation in progress.
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