5th of March 2011 was Zygmunt's funeral. He's my uncle. One of the kindest people i've ever known.
We'd all gathered at the farm and... as usually i took some photos. Most likely trying to escape behind my camera. Maybe trying to see that place as i've seen it about 30 years ago when Zygmunt was in charge of modernising the farm. This is what my camera has seen. It took me 4 months to be able to look at those pictures and i've decided not to edit them at all. They come straight from my camera. This is the day. Buzzing hot in the kitchen. Freezing cold outside.