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 #51: Monday, Nov. 6: Ghost Messages

It's been a week now since Katja was murdered, and strange messages have begun showing up. Random photos on my camera, I can't explain where they came from.
Like this one above. I don't remember taking this, but the caption is "Art by Katja." And how about this one? Is it a photo, or did some strange... essence simply imprint itself upon my camera's thumb drive?

Then this morning everything got worse. I swear, I was not in the kitchen last night. Not only that, before i went to bed, I emptied all images out of my camera. But when I turned it on this morning, I found these photos:

Katja is here. Somewhere. Somehow. I just have to find a way to make contact with her.


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