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It does not happen very often lately that I read Polish book, but this time, drawn by curiosity, I bought a book by one of the best Polish actors, which he started to write when he was diagnosed with cancer. The book is a collection of his thoughts and reflections about daily life in Poland. The themes reach from politics to family affairs, but there is surprisingly little about his disease. He decided to fight with it (with great help of his wife) and I am happy to say, so far he is winning. He is slowly coming back to his profession, to enjoyment of many.

But what moved me in this book, and what makes its value international, is his courage of publishing his private thoughts after he already knew that he will be victorious in his struggle. His notes were honest, he did not plan to publish them and those are not politically correct. You can clearly see that his voice, freed by disease, is loud and criticising. I also could feel a note of loneliness – it seemed that he could not find anyone who could so openly discuss everyday life at his intellectual level (maybe with exception of his close family). Loneliness of wisdom, if you will.

Both of those threads in the book make me sad, as I wish that people were much wiser and at the same time much more honest in their opinions and thoughts (even critique) today. Political correctness turned us all into intellectual zombies and made us wear two faces – the one we use when we are sitting at home by ourselves, and the other public. Shame that those faces are so far apart…

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