Pianist. The Warsaw diaries (№ 391237)

But nothing could stir up our shamefully lurking in the subconscious, almost animal joy that we are alive and already out of danger. In this new reality, a month ago, which is a stable value, lost value. And the fact that this didn't deserve any attention, took a new, uncharacteristic important place: beautiful and comfortable chair, a comfortable, lined with white-tiled stove invites to stop your mind, the creaking of the floor coming from the apartment above us, signs of normal life, of home.