She did not want

anything that she knew

to remain behind the foggy veil.

She had no strength

to cry out for help.

She had no strength at all.


When she woke up,

stood over her

an old, stooping man.

He whispered:


Don't worry, you'll live.

I took the bullet out of you,

it was for people like me.

If you allow, I will keep it

as a souvenir.


- Are you a Jew?

- I was born a man,

they speak of me as the old Jew.


Eliza Segiet


Eliza Segiet graduated with a Master's Degree in Philosophy, completed postgraduate studies in Cultural Knowledge, Philosophy, Arts and Literature at Jagiellonian University, as well as Film and Television Production in Lodz.

Translated by Artur Komoter from the Polish.

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