By four o’clock the day is already slipping away when I leave school and the sky is red along the horizon, smoke held in the cold air like a breath no one lets go. I think of fire, of firemen who burn houses, books, ideas. No one shouts. No one protests. Somewhere there is only a whisper, thin as a page, carrying a book out of the blaze. I read “Fahrenheit 451” in November. It’s a small excuse for a theme, maybe, but the world outside matched the pages inside. The colours of

The Roaring Consumption The 1920s were a decade of glitter and excess, an age of jazz, dancing, and newfound freedom. After the First World War, America was booming. Factories produced more than ever, cities grew, and people believed there were no limits to success. It was a time when wealth became a symbol of happiness, and consumerism turned into a new religion. The more you owned, the more you were. This was the age of the “American Dream,” when everyone wanted to be someo

“Hit the road” they said. Explore. See the world. But what if the world I’m interested in isn’t the one with flights or mountains or seaside towns, but a place where the streets are made of paragraphs and the skies are filled with metaphors? What if my journey didn’t begin with a suitcase, but with a library card? That’s how I ended up in Maycomb, Alabama. A town where summer is endless, justice is unpredictable, and children ask better questions than adults do. Harper Lee’s

Following my teacher, Mr. Igor Karpiuk, into the literary labyrinth Author: Joanna Makowska  This is an article that blends review, interview, and personal reflection, a mix of forms, just as magical realism blends magic with reality. I have consciously chosen not to follow the strict guidelines usually applied to writing an article. Instead, I will follow in the footsteps of the authors I write about who also refused to stick to traditional patterns. I embarked on a journey