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In 1982, in the middle of martial law, when tanks drove up and down our streets, and people died in our prisons, the poet Agnieszka Osiecka came up with a new slogan. Coca-Cola to jest to! She wrote and she won. Communism collapsed. A factory opened in our town, a bottling plant, a German enterprise. It rose up in the suburbs, it was so big, it wouldn’t fit anywhere else. A huge factory, white and red, like the Polish national flag that hangs from windows on public holidays.
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A stream is leaking. Urine is leaking. Time is leaking. Saliva is leaking. I have low back pain. Did I hurt myself while bending down or carrying chairs? I do carry chairs here. Up and down. The stairs. The stage. The floor in the old theater is wooden. Longitudinal wood blocks. A parquet laid in herringbone. Dots. Trampled-black chewing gum. I can carry three chairs at once. Would you come with me to Wrocław early summer to bike (I would like to show you) to swallow the dust and the exhaust laughing with our mouths open?