My son, do you remember those moments where we still couldn’t succeed with the final
shapes of our clocks and we took dozens of attempts to finally find that one and only, perfect
It was the holiday time, we were living in Kolobrzeg, you were only 5.
Every day we kept pulling out another imperfect clock from our mould. You were persistent
and stayed by my side, helping mixing the concrete once again, every time changing our
recipe slightly, only to end up with just another imperfect clock.
Until we got things right – the pattern was more and more appealing, and we didn’t have to
discard so many clocks anymore – thanks to this persistence, today we can write this:
based on our original
recipe of light coloured