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Open Gatherings at Hasior’s… (My Life – from my subjective point of view) ◆ It might seem that Kraków’s world of both science and art is some kind of closed enclave of circles that are not particularly enthusiastic about Warsaw environments, which jealously isolate themselves within their own group. Perhaps that happens in other fields or at other intellectual levels, but not in the circle I’m about to write about. ◆ True science and true art not only recognize no borders, but are themselves non-local, not physically bound to any region or to any specific group of people. That is why no one had any problem accepting me and inviting me into a distinctive Kraków salon — the Meetings at Władysław Hasior’s. ◆ Hasior was a sculptor, painter, stage designer, and a kind of shaman of the Polish imagination. One day a friendly actor, Marian Glinka, told me he was taking me to Zakopane to some friendly highlander women — he joked — but along the way we would drop in on Władek Hasior and he would introduce me to him. ◆ I was delighted, because I already associated some of Hasior’s works — full of the symbolism of pain, yet also of prosaic sublimity. Pieces such as “The Organs” or the baby carriage with crosses. ◆ I was not enchanted by the aesthetics of his works, because to me they were rather anti-aesthetic, yet they captivated me with their accuracy and the overwhelming literalness of his paintings and sculptures. It looked as if Hasior were reflecting Polish, sick martyrdom — even the Polish mentality — in great artistic mirrors. It was neither beautiful nor aesthetic, but it was devastatingly true and direct. ◆ Just as the life of ordinary Poles constantly mixes lofty mythology with the prosaic or even banal nature of everyday existence, so Hasior’s sculptures and paintings are composed of everyday objects that, when glued or interwoven together, build pathetic works. ◆ The main — not a house, but a kind of Gallery — of Hasior was the artistic-residential space on Jagiellońska Street in the very heart of Zakopane.

(My Life – from my subjective point of view) Besides my cognitive passions and obsessive desire for personal development, I remembered a beautiful lecture by my school principal in West Berlin, thanks to which I never forgot what the passion for life itself is. ◆ I remember that maybe in seventh grade, just before the holidays, the principal from Conrad Grundschule came to our class to give his last lecture. He said something then that I remembered for the rest of my life. He was already an older man then, walking with crutches. He stood uncertainly at the blackboard, but he said in his calm, resonant voice that he would share something with us that we should remember for a long time. ◆ He said that in life a race awaits us for education, for money, for a career and a million other things that will seem important to us. And we will devote our time, our energy and attention to that. He said that it will seem to us that we are immortal. And that along the way we will lose something that we will not notice at all, and we will lose it irretrievably and mercilessly: the most beautiful years of our life. He said that it is a short interval, contained between the 17th and 26th year of life, only 9 years. He asked us to remember those years. And not necessarily to give up intensive education or earning, but that we should always try to reconcile life itself in that period with plans for the future. ◆ Therefore in all my later life I tried to take care not only of realizing the passion for learning and development, but also of having a sense of the fullness of life, as far as it would be possible. That is why I so willingly experimented, that is why I tried so boldly many things in life, sometimes on the edge of my capabilities. ◆ I trained martial arts in various forms: Aikido, Wushu, Hungar. ◆ I signed up for horseback riding, which I continued occasionally for many years. It was something more than sport, it was building a relationship with a wonderful animal. Lidka Mikołajczyk encouraged me to do this, with whom I was intensively friends at school. First I went with her to a solemn Christmas Eve at the riding club, and then there were already regular lessons in the manege, in the field.

(My Life – from my subjective point of view) I remember once having the impression that the whole of Poland had gone crazy. And not because the system had changed, or because John Paul II was about to appear again – he only arrived in 1987, and we were in 1985. At first I didn’t understand what was going on. ◆ I was on my way to record another episode of “Halo Komputer” with Krzysztof Surgowt, and before that I had arranged private, friendly consultations with Andrzej Kurek and Zdzisław Kamiński, who were recording in the neighboring studio. I was riding the tram deep in thought, because the car, as usual, had refused to cooperate. ◆ Around me I heard older people talking about the slave system in Brazil, then lively discussions among middle-aged people that there is no greater evil than slavery. I thought it was some funny coincidence – such animated conversations on the same topic. But the finishing touch was put by a group of very young people betting whether some slave girl would “finally put out” or manage to defend herself. ◆ Maybe if it had only been conversations I wouldn’t have paid so much attention, but I felt I was dreaming for a completely different reason. Every few stops I saw clones of the same women, but also men who looked disturbingly similar. They weren’t literally identical, but they had almost identical hairstyles. As if everyone had suddenly been seized by the madness of some new trend I had missed. ◆ Only when I arrived at the television building did I learn about a unique Polish phenomenon: the enchantment with the Brazilian slave girl Isaura. It would have been half as bad if it had been some Brazilian reportage about a contemporary slave, but no – it was an ordinary feature film, the most ordinary Brazilian series. I myself had not registered at all the fact that this new series had appeared on the screen. ◆ I remember that I even forced myself twice to watch at least fragments. I couldn’t manage it – I hadn’t seen such boring and pseudo-dramatic kitsch in a long time. But slowly I began to understand the phenomenon.

(My Life – from my subjective point of view) The Signum Association – Integrating the Disabled with the Able-Bodied – operated together with the Apple Club. I promoted my concept of minority instead of disability, also in terms of logic and set theory. With horror I observed that the majority simply could not grasp that logic and the idea of sets containing one another. ◆ But never mind – I was patient and organized numerous events, gatherings, and trainings. For me this was in no way a money-making activity. More and more people with kinetic disabilities became interested in IT and working with computers. I myself worked mainly on an IBM AT computer. I gave my legendary Apple, along with the disk drives and printer, to one of the disabled people. ◆ I remember a woman with a disabled son contacting us. She lived on the 9th floor at Aspekt Street in Warsaw and said she had no family, that she was completely on her own, and that for 19 years she had not been able to take her son for a walk because she could not carry him up and down by herself, and the building had no elevator on every floor – so he would have to be carried half a floor. She said that neighbors had once helped, but for 19 years she had been unable to persuade anyone to help. ◆ It was a very specific neighborhood. Former prisoners had once been settled there, and municipal apartments were assigned to people being displaced from the Praga district. In a word – not the most interesting area. We sent someone to verify what the woman had told us. Everything checked out. The guy I sent even tried talking to the woman’s neighbors. From one he heard that he didn’t give a damn about some disabled brat, from another that for money why not, he could carry the boy up and down, from yet another that he should stop wasting his time with such nonsense. Well – that was also part of the world we lived in. ◆ I remember we moved heaven and earth to swap that apartment for another one, at least on the ground floor. After many efforts we succeeded, and they really did move to Przasnyska Street in Warsaw, in the Żoliborz district, into a ground-floor apartment, even with a small garden.