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[The Road to Nowhere]

"This is the way the world ends."

"Not with a bang,"

"but with a whimper."

Some poet wrote this a long time ago,

but no one remembers him anymore.

He was right.

A whimper is all that is left.

There are no more places,

which could be called someone's "home".

Only the road remains.

The road without an end.

Even nature refuses to cooperate.

The ground that fed us has no strength for it anymore.

Everything became barren and dead.

Sometimes one can come across some old relics.

Some scraps of memory.

But no one needs that memory anymore.

One cannot turn back time.

Time is only a measure of our decay.

It is a clock that doesn't even tick anymore.

It's just fading away.

Like the world as seen from beneath slowly falling eyelids.

He must have run into the forest, fuck...

Climb the tower and look from above, over.

He's nowhere near the wrecks, over.

Fuck.

We have to get that fucker.

It seemed like the last war really was the last one.

But it never really ended.

It resides within us.

Over.

I see the light next to the fallen trees.

Over, I see the light.

I repeat.

I see the light next to the fallen trees.

Survival became the goal.

And every man became an enemy.

I can't find him.

I'm running away in the middle of nowhere.

Only silence remained.

Wait, Stop!

Take it easy, look.

I'm putting it down.

Are you hurt?

I see that you are.

Are they chasing you?

Everyone ends up here. It's like a place for dying.

Maybe that's why you are here, destiny.

Elephants had a place...

Elephants?

Seriously.

I'm deadly serious, like a bullet in the heart.

Are you alone?

Not anymore.

And that's how it should be.

Only music is missing.

Stay there.

Calm down.

Stay back.

It's okay.

I mean...

Not really, but...

it could be worse.

It will work now, look.

Time has stopped for you, Piotr.

Piotr.

Leave me be.

Damn...

You're hard to kill.

What should I do with you, stray?

Why would you do anything at all?

I have to go.

Where?

You won't get to the exit before we patch you up.

Don't look at me like that.

I could leave you like this,

but it would be difficult to get rid of a stinking corpse.

However I had known some who wouldn't get rid of it.

The worst part of it all, my friend...

is that the smell of burning flesh still makes me hungry.

Tell me.

Are you afraid of pain?

Sit here, come on.

Stay here until I come back.

Get him!

All you get the fuck out! Get the fuck out! Go get him!

So what's up?

How was the trip?

Why were you running away? You don't like us?

You surely know it isn't nice to be silent when someone asks politely?

The last guy who was so silent...

Well, he saved himself actually.

We only helped him...

a little.

We can do that for you too.

What do you want?

We?

We just bring people help.

I apologize for my lack of manners.

Introducing a group of people who bring others

a hope for salvation.

- Am I right?-Right!

And you?

Do you want to be saved?

Or maybe you want to become one of us? You have an honest face.

Take everything...

Leave me be.

You insult us.

We just want to help, and you make us look like thugs, not nice.

Come on, tell me.

Wouldn't you like to wear something like that?

It's none of my business, go your way.

Alright.

Your choice.

Szczęka!

It's your chance.

Give it, show him!

Take his stuff and the rest and let's roll.

It's Christmas today.

I think...

The fever's gone. Can't smell rot anymore.

Although you don't smell good either.

Merry Christmas.

Thanks.

But I don't think it's a special day.

Well...

Christmas isn't what it used to be.

I have to go.

What for?

Where are you going?

I have to go now.

This is great, because I was about to leave too.

Good riddance.

Where are we going?

- You're not going anywhere. - Sure I am.

It's just very windy today.

You better stay then.

Where is fun in that?

- What a nonsense. - Stay, get well.

Who answers before listening, reveals his thoughtlessness.

- You're joking. - You're the one who wants to go out.

- And you, guardian angel? - You know it.

I didn’t fell into your arms.

- I fell in? - Maybe not?

- No. - So how did you end up in them?

There is not many people left.

Where are you from, anyway?

From nowhere.

A place that doesn't exists anymore, why does it matter?

So we have this in common. We're both from nowhere.

Piotr...

tell me more about yourself.

Did you have a wife?

What were you doing before all this went to shit?

And where is nowhere?

You know...

My loved ones are long gone

and yours too, I guess.

Do you think it's a coincidence?

What?

Is it a coincidence that both our guns didn't fire?

No idea, why does it matter?

We got a second chance from fate.

A chance?

Humanity haven't used any yet.

Humans are evil by nature.

No.

People are naturally good, but...

But sometimes they forget about it and...

they bring evil under their roof.

Listen,

I know that I owe you a lot and the whole world too

but humans are evil.

I saw it.

I saw the innocents who suffered. And you know what?

No one invites a murderer under their roof.

You give up every part of yourself.

There's nothing you can do about it.

Every step you take closes another door until there is only one left.

Did you have a favorite song?

I don't remember.

Well, shoot.

Pick some title.

There were a lot of great songs.

You were standing there as if you had seen a ghost.

How long do you live here?

Why did you stay here?

- And where else would I be? - Wherever.

Well, here is wherever

and nowhere...

You could join some group.

Well then?

How long do you live here?

It has been a few days.

- How many? - I don't know...

A dozen or maybe several dozen. What's the difference.

I'm old enough that I don't need to remember.

Of course, I could wander the world just like you.

Maybe I could find some other ruin.

But this is my home.

This is my safe space.

Sometimes people come here with various intentions.

And I like challenges.

Thanks to this, I am not alone.

It's just...

I miss the music sometimes.

There is a stream nearby.

No wonder people stumble around here.

- Is that why you came here? - Why I did come here?

Because there is a stream nearby.

Let me ask you something else.

Have you traveled far?

The world is a big circle.

Of course...

Where can you get by walking circles?

How did we end up in this position

where we have set ourselves on a path of no return.

The world around you is still full of shades

yet all you see is darkness.

I remember that about ten years ago

we found an old warehouse.

After three months of eating dog food I thought I would start barking myself.

But...

those were the good times.

The best one had a white poodle on the label.

Survival despite everything. Brother would eat brother.

It is humans who have destroyed this world.

We wanted to subdue the Earth, and now...

We're sitting in the middle of nowhere and we complain about humanity.

What's your point?

The human nature.

Destruction and complaining.

So what?

And the meal, enjoy.

Have you got something to drink?

Actually, I do.

I haven't eaten for a long time.

We should drink to that.

After this, we will either go blind...

or the end of the world will be more pleasant.

You drank this or you want to test it on me?

Those were the days! Especially if you had balls.

Fuck...

- What is this, tank grease? - I found three whole bottles of this.

You remember those closed zones?

I found one with an airport.

It was pretty wild, back then. Hardly anyone stayed there.

Sometimes they left food behind.

I thought I'd sneak in at night and loot it.

So, I'm going.

Dark, cold, scary.

I found the warehouse, untouched.

Whole piles of supplies. I come closer and look at the door...

A padlock, untouched.

Even better, nobody was inside.

I'm looking around...

For something to break that padlock.

I found some kind of rod or crowbar and stuck it in.

I'm working it, trying to wear it off until the padlock goes "wham"!

It popped off and flew away.

I open the doors,

and they squeak as if they wanted to wake up the dead.

I look inside.

It's darker than outside,

but I think "what the hell".

One step, two, three...

I'm about to put the crowbar away,

when I hear some...

wheezing.

Then I see. Eyes are staring at me.

I'm thinking it's some beast.

In spirit I am greeting my mother. My legs turn to jelly.

My eyes are getting used to the darkness. And I see a boar.

Or maybe a pig?

A wild pig.

Let's say a boar.

It's looking at me. I'm looking at it.

I see it's getting ready to attack, it scrapes its hoof.

I thought to myself, I won't be outdone. So I growl at him.

Crowbar set upright.

He's charging at me. And I jump...

to the side.

I won't fight a wild boar. Am I stupid or something?

Anyway, I stumbled. I fell into some boxes and rags.

Dust and dirt stirred up, I got tangled. I thought I was dead.

But I crawled out somehow.

It's quiet.

The boar...

was gone.

He fled somewhere into the darkness.

There was no food either.

But...

This was there.

So I keep it for special occasions.

It's good for the mood and if you catch lice bitches will die.

One thing is for sure.

We won't have any parasites after this.

Humanity is a parasite.

And you just keep...

How come you didn't blow your head off yet?

First things first.

So how many have you killed? Two, twenty?

Why count?

To keep your soul.

- I don't believe in such things. - What do you believe in?

In strength...

Only that?

I once believed in love but that world ceased to exist.

Without suffering, how would you know what happiness feels like?

[Save yourself]

Fuck.

Why are you doing this?

I don't know.

I have to.

This hate is killing your soul.

Why do I need a soul if I don't have you?

It was summer, remember?

We took a car and a tent and we drove ahead.

Evening in a clearing, by the stream.

We were sitting as we do now.

You saw them first.

Small, bright dots lit up one after another.

First there were a few of them, by the water,

then there were dozens.

Fireflies.

I joked that they are lost souls,

but you said that the soul is never lost.

The more you kill the further away you go.

Further?

For me there is no further.

I haven't seen a fly in a long time.

Probably flew away to warm countries.

Seriously.

It's colder than in a Soviet fridge today.

Winter is yet to come.

I have to go.

Piotr, wait.

I want to help you.

Not your problem, not your business.

What's waiting for you outside? Maybe you don't know either.

Or you're afraid to stop, because then you'll remember who you are.

Be my guest, just for today.

I knew one guy once. A spitting image of you.

Only more dried out.

This reminds me of a rather funny story.

Go on.

I was with a group of survivors. It was the beginning of...

You know how it was.

People were already leaving the cities, because there was nothing to eat.

One of them had a map.

They decided to go to some village and try to spend the winter there.

One of them broke his leg on the way and...

Terrible sight.

The bone came out, jagged lumps of flesh. Don't get me started.

Everyone else went onward. But...

I somehow felt sorry for that poor guy, and I decided to help him.

Because it's just a broken leg, right?

I walked with him for two days.

Snow was falling, mixed with that stench in the air.

It took me two days before I caught up with them.

They all got to the village,

and it did not bothered them...

that the huts were not destroyed,

that there was this unnatural silence,

and it did not bothered them at all that there was no snow anywhere.

Anyways...

I would probably run to the warmth too, like they did,

I almost froze my toes off then,

if I didn't found them in a cottage first.

They were all lying there, so quietly,

peacefully, as the corpses do.

In the next room were others, but older ones, more dried out.

Those fools moved the older bodies and took their place

and started to warm up by the radioactive rod.

I'm telling you...

I was running away like crazy.

- And what happened to him? - To whom?

The one who broke his leg.

I came with...

...a frozen corpse.

You see...

and that's what makes me wonder about you.

You cared about a man's fate, which in turn

allows me to think that human life does matter to you.

- Not each and every. - And what about a dog's life, for example?

Life is life.

Well, that man probably wouldn't say that.

Neither would the dog.

Or maybe we're all animals.

Animals also mate,

they kill, they feel injustice.

They may even seek revenge.

Do you seek?

What?

Revenge?

Will you let me leave if I tell you?

Let's try something else.

I met a priest once.

For God's sake.

Imagine this, this priest changed my life.

I had as much in common with the church as...

...as you with a sense of humor.

Do you believe in fate?

That's right.

You believe in this revenge of yours.

Anyway, this priest...

He made me realize that everything we do affects what happens to us.

It's called fate.

It's not fate, it's karma.

Let it be karma then.

He had quite a lot of believers because

he said interesting and wise things.

I decided to stay there for a while because,

imagine, it was right after

I fell into the hands of some freaks who almost ate me.

Almost?

What, did you kill them?

And did I kill you?

Imagine you have a soul

and every bad deed leaves a stain, and every murder is like an open wound

through which darkness creeps in.

And that darkness will eventually consume you.

Every time you do evil or

avoid helping someone in need, indifferent to his fate,

your soul is soaking up this darkness

and that darkness begins to spread.

First on your loved ones,

then the people around you, until finally...

you become so toxic that your mere presence kills.

Only this darkness doesn't go away. It stays.

You can't wash the blood off.

But people like this priest will change the world.

This world will consume them all.

Take it easy.

We have food.

My friend!

My friend!

Try a different language.

Hello friend!

Where is he?

Where is who?

Where is the third one?

What third one?

There's no third, kaput, gone.

Stop!

Listen, we have food.

Come on, don't be silly.

Where is he?

He got sick.

Calm down, are you going to shoot me?

You killed me...

Did you see?

He's fucked up.

Did you see?

He killed me!

It's thundering a lot today. I would stay if I were you.

I won't stay here forever.

I'm not stopping you. You can go, but...

I wouldn't want to miss that tea.

Wonderful aroma.

Today will be a great day.

What's in it for you?

Maybe you need forgiveness, but you have no one to ask for it.

Why do you think my world is worse than yours?

Not worse.

Sadder,

because it's without love and without hope.

What's dragging you out there?

You won't get her back.

Shut up.

Your pursuit leads nowhere.

People die and you have to accept it.

This world is tainted by death.

The innocent die first.

Maybe it's a blessing for them, haven't you thought about that?

- What's the point of creating more pain? - Stop it!

Every time you are wronged by fate,

it is you who decides whether you will get hurt or become smarter.

So the more things hurt you, the smarter you should become.

- Stop it! - Come on, tell me!

- Stop it! - Tell me her name.

Stop it!

Agnieszka, Weronika?

Or maybe Ofelia?

Well, that sounds dramatic.

You don't remember.

You don't remember her name.

Piotr.

Listen to this.

Ania.

And it's broken...

Everything good ends quickly.

And there's nothing to drown your sorrows in.

It was a good life, you know.

When music was so easily accessible.

It's what I miss the most.

It allowed us to forget for a moment.

Or to remember forever.

The world is a cruel place.

It will bring everyone to their knees and won't let them get up.

And it's up to us to let the world be that way.

It will kick and punch you every time you'll try to get up.

Until you hit rock bottom.

But thanks to our struggle, there is a ray of hope.

And this hope can rebuild, even a destroyed world.

Moses stuttered.

Gideon was a coward.

Abraham was old.

Mary was inexperienced.

Quiet...

Peter had a difficult character, and Paul...

Paul was a murderer.

God doesn't call the gifted

but He empowers the called.

I just seek shelter.

I mean no harm.

Come on, let me in.

Are you alone here?

Come on, man.

What have you done!

I think he was alone.

Why did you kill him?

He was a human being!

He could have killed us.

Do you really have no soul anymore?

And you didn't want to kill me?

Then why did you pull the trigger?

Are you sure that I did?

You killed him for no reason.

And you? You're better?

No!

You never...

Never killed for no reason?

Yes! I did...

A woman.

I did it out of fear.

Even though it was an accident...

Do I have the right to justify myself?

Ever since I realized I had a soul, it hurts.

It hurts so much.

So what?

Everybody hurts.

I've been waiting so long for you.

Look...

where this road has taken us.

To nowhere. Ridiculous, right?

You never go nowhere.

Today we will talk about how the conflicts of great nations

affect tourism.

Traveler, photographer, author of travel programs.

Good morning.

I must admit that your character is very inspiring.

To the listeners, and to myself,

because I am also a fan of traveling,

I have this first question.

Do local residents often help you during your trips?

Yes, they regularly help, because we regularly get strange...

Piotr, do you want a jacket?

Yeah.

In Brazil our car broke down.

Jose, the owner of one of the coffeehouses, helped us.

He really was great and we are still in contact today.

Do you keep in touch with these people?

Are there any intimacies or friendships? What does it look like?

Yes and I definitely recommend having contact with people all over the world

if you travel a lot.

Before the trip, when going to a specific region of the world

I often just simply correspond.

Not always with people from the country I go to,

because it's not always like I know everyone.

Ania!

I understand, but have you had an experience in your life

that you had to cancel or postpone your trip?

Not because of the political situation or war?

A few days ago I canceled my trip to China,

because as we know...

...there's a war there. Bombs fall on Chinese cities.

I don't know if this trip will take place.

For safety reasons obviously.

...the situation in China will become more peaceful.

We all are following current events

so we keep our fingers crossed.

And with this somber note,

let's listen to a song by Anarchy

called "My Angel".

We'll be back after the song.

Attention. This is an emergency broadcast.

A missile attack on the Republic of Poland was detected.

Find shelter in a safe place,

underground constructions or solid buildings are recommended.

Stay away from windows and external walls.

You can kill me. I am ready.

I've been ready for a long time.

Piotr.

Come back to me.

Piotr.

The one thing missing is music.

How long you live here?

I don't know... I'm old enough that I don't need to remember.

Imagine, it was right after I fell into the hands of some freaks

who almost ate me.

Listen, we have food.

I just seek shelter.

Are you here alone?

What is it?

It's beautiful.

It's lovely, thank you.

- What are you reading? - It's about goldenrod.

What kind of weird name is that?

Golden rot or goldenrod?

We have it in the garden and I had to check whether it's a weed or not.

It's probably not, because it is used for making tea.

So, maybe we can have a drink in the evening?

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