The Krakow Diaries

75 days in Krakow. On a literary grant from the German Kulturstiftung der Länder. In the Guesthouse of the 16th century Villa Decius, with 10 other writers from Poland, Germany, Belarussia, Ukraine and Georgia. Beautiful city. Nice Krakovians. Fun nightlife. Beautiful women. And in the guesthouse: Meetings of the minds. Too much vodka. Good friends. One of the great pleasures of my life.

Day #24: Tuesday, Oct. 10: The Mysterious Package Part 1

A package has been sitting around in the kitchen for some time now. If there is indeed someone still in the house with me, no has claimed it. I keep thinking about it. I can’t get it out of my mind. It haunts my dreams. It's the kind of package that looks like it might contain cookies. Homemade cookies. The name on the return address label is a motherly kind of name – the kind of name that would bake cookies and send them.

It is addressed to Katja, but Katja is gone. I don’t think she's ever coming back. I'm no longer sure she was ever here. That can only mean the package is meant for someone else. Someone who is smart enough to figure it out. I am beginning to think maybe the package is meant for me.

But still, something holds me back. This Katja person… maybe she does exist. Maybe she will return. But how can I know before the cookies go stale?


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