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"Dante, do not weep yet" Beatrice said.

"Do not weep yet, for soon another wound shall
make you weep far more tears than those!"

Dante Alighieri
"The Divine Comedy"

You keep falling asleep...
You need treatment.

11.60zł

Have you got anything smaller?

Here's your change.

Thanks a lot... Have a nice day.

- Are you paying by card or cash?
- Card.

Green and your pin.

I'm very sorry, I have to
close the checkout.

My God... That's my luck!

Are you going for a long time?

Only for a minute.

What are you doing here?

Do you hear?

Up!

I'm talking to you!

Why did you get a job here?

To sleep?

You're keeping others out
of a job here! Faster! Move!

You're out of here!

Get lost!

Midway in our life's journey, I went astray
from the straight road

and woke to find myself
alone in a dark wood.

How shall I say
what wood that was!

I never saw so drear a wilderness.
Its very memory gives a shape to fear.

Death couldn't be more
bitter than that place.

But since it came to good, I will recount
all that I found revealed there by God's grace.

How I came to it
I cannot rightly say,

so drugged with sleep had I become when
I first wandered there from the True Way.

But at the far end
of that valley of evil,

whose maze had sapped
my heart with fear,

I found myself before a little hill
and lifted up my eyes.

It glowed with the sweet rays of that planet
whose virtue leads men straight on every road,

so did I turn, my soul still fugitive
from death's surviving image,

to stare down that pass
that none had ever left alive.

And there I lay to rest from my heart's race
till breath returned to me.

Then rose and pushed up that dead slope,
each footfall rose above the last.

And lo! At the beginning
of the rise

I faced a spotted Leopard,
all tremor and flow.

Yet not so much but what I shook
with dread at sight of a great Lion

that broke upon me raging with hunger, its head
held high as if to strike a mortal terror.

And down his track, a She-Wolf
drove upon me gaunt and craving.

Oh, many the souls she has
brought to grief!

She brought such heaviness
upon my spirit at sight of her savagery,

I died from every hope
of that high summit.

And as I fell to my soul's ruin,

a presence gathered before me,
the figure hoarse from long silence.

At sight of him
in that friendless waste I cried:

"Have pity on me, whatever thing you
are, whether shade or living man."

And it replied:

"Not man,
though man I once was,

and my blood was Lombard,
both my parents Mantuan.

I was a poet,

and sang of old Anchises' noble son
who came to Rome after the burning of Troy.

After that Ilion
the superb was burned

But you, why do you
return to these distresses?

And are you then that Virgil
and that fountain of purest speech?"

My voice grew tremulous:

"Poet, by that God
to you unknown,

lead me this way. Beyond this
present ill and worse to dread

lead me to Peter's gate and be my guide
through the sad halls of Hell."

Piotr Michalowski, "Blue Boy".

This painting shows a boy
riding a horse, ready to jump.

Both of them are shown from the side.

The boy's head is adorned with a red cup.

He holds the reins in his hand.

We do not know where the Blue Boy
is heading on his anxious horse.

It seems they are about
to jump into thick fog.

His hand is suspended in the air.

We can't see the left hand.

Next to the elbow anchored to the table
stands a bottle of wine.

To the right, a transparent wine glass
is half filled with red wine.

A white tablecloth covers the table.

Sunrays permeate the entire painting.

One has to survive.
Also here, in Silesia.

Although the flood has taken
almost everything.

And what was saved was looted.

In Opole con volunteers tricked people
into collecting money for the flood relief.

There are also acts of vandalism and theft -

I've seen broken windows in many houses...

Hallo, answer me.

I know you're there. Answer.

Are you watching TV?

Do you see what's going on?

I know you can hear me...

I know you can hear me
and please answer me.

Won't you, please?

When will you return my car?

I'm afraid that...,
that you are driving.

You shouldn't.
Not after that accident.

Pick up the phone, I beg you.

I know you're there. Please.

Give your auntie a call.

Bye, I'm waiting.

Waiting.

Kisses.

Bye.

...I asked God to have mercy
and put a stop to this enormous wave...

I drove up to the breach
and it knocked me down.

Good God, only you...
you've got that strength.

People are no use,
they can't help...

We are entering suburbs...

flooded cemetery, enormous
epidemiological threat.

Cemeteries under water,
you don't know what to do with it...

The coffins are surfacing everywhere...

Flooded cesspools, refuge collectors
and dumping grounds.

Drowned animals, rotting food
is a hazard to our health.

Eating it can lead to severe
diseases and even death.

Polish Radio, Warsaw, Channel One.

Two dead and one missing
is the toll taken so far...

by the waters flooding
the south of the country.

Roads and railway lines are submerged.
The floodwater is getting into homes...

forcing the evacuation
of hundreds of people.

So far 850 have had to leave their homes
according to the Ministry of the Interior.

The situation is worst in Silesia.

Flood barriers are leaking
in many places,

Our Katowice correspondent is there.

As Monika Krasinska reports,
the dikes are like sieves.

Water is seeping in everywhere.

People are watching
what's happening in terror.

It's not good anywhere.

If you look at that river,
it's horrifying.

It keeps raining,
it can only get worse.

People are desperate.

During a meeting with prime minister Donald
Tusk they blamed the local authorities.

Someone should just...

There was this threat...
and nobody was dealing with it.

40 minutes the water was reaching us,
we just managed to escape to the top floor.

Prime Minister, it's terrible.
There was this disaster coming,

And nobody warned us.

What were the emergency
services doing?

What were they doing all night?

The fire brigade is appealing
to people in the flooded areas...

to follow the evacuation plan,
but many are refusing.

People are afraid to leave
their houses unguarded.

I can't pray.

It was a terrible accident, I know.

But you survived...
God protected you.

But not the others?

They're with the Lord now.

Did they suffer?

They didn't have time.

And a Guardian Angel
took you into its care.

So it didn't take the others.

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

I had always treated adversity...

as a test by God...

to give me strength.

Now what?

He strengthened me by
killing my loved ones?

Don't just think about yourself.

In faith there is always hope.

We cram the word "hope" into
every disaster and tragedy,

as the only way to cope
with our weakness.

So how do you see it?

Is God all-powerful...

or merciful?

Because if He's merciful,
He's just as powerless as me.

An old question in the Church.

Theodicy.

God is all-powerful to such a degree
that he created his own weakness...

Mercy.

When I pray I feel
my own weakness.

I'm just by myself.

And when I pray...

all I hear is my own voice,

so I'm praying...

just to myself.

Everyone just prays to themselves.

To their own idea of hope,

which, from habit, they call "God".

And if the gods of all the people praying
could gather together in the same church,

they'd never be able
to recognize themselves.

All I know is...

that God is a mystery.

Explained, He would cease to exist.

Tell me, dear, why are you, a poet and
a specialist in the Young Poland period,

working in a supermarket, huh?

Because it suits me, auntie.

But you can always go back to your
University and lecture about your Symbolists.

Listen, you don't keep in touch
with anyone.

No? But I come to you.

Out of duty.

I've got no duties, only choices.

I feel so sorry for you.

If only your parents were alive...

and now this tragedy.

But that's just the way it goes.

We massacred nature by building the motorways
and now nature is paying us back...

with bodies crippled in accidents.

Listen, just forget about it, forget it...

Basia and Kamil.

Your love and your best friend.

I've ordered a mass for
their poor souls.

When were you last at church?

I've been.

I can see you're suffering.

But if you can't change yourself,
change the world.

Feeling good, that's the main thing!

Why should only fools feel good?

Stupidity is infallible, you know

and the world doesn't make
sense without human stupidity.

I sometimes think that all our human
categories are basically false

and everything
is the other way round...

Victory is a punishment
and losing is a prize.

You know,

We see life as the greatest value
and death as the ultimate loss.

And if...

if death is the greatest value,
and life is defeat?

Just think,

paraphrasing Epictetus:

The past cannot die,
because it's already dead.

The future doesn't exist,
because it hasn't arrived yet.

Only the present can die,
the current moment,

and it's constantly dying.

Conclusion?

The conclusion...

Death doesn't exist,

or nothing exists except death.

Oh, I love books.

It's only them that take me seriously.

Generalisations, auntie.

I can't listen to it.

Yes, yes.
I see, I see.

I see that darkness reigns in you.

But you know,

I translated an Old Persian poem recently.
It said something beautiful about darkness.

That darkness is not
the opposite of light...

but its cradle.

Only in darkness
can light be born.

I'll read you something.

"We do not suddenly fall on death,
but advance towards it by slight degrees...

For every day a little of our life
is taken from us;

Even when we are growing,
our life is on the wane.

We lose our childhood,
and then our youth.

Counting even yesterday,
all past time is lost time

the very day which
we are now spending...

is shared between
ourselves and death.

We reach death at
that moment,

but we have been a long
time on the way."

Seneca.

Letters to Lucilius.

And Heidegger with his
idea of forest.

You see,

Heidegger compares life
to being in a "lichtung".

That's something like
a clearing in a dark forest...

or a shaft of light.

Before we're born we
live in that dark forest...

as a potential of being.

And when we're born...

we come out into the
clearing, into the light,

to be visible.

But people only see us
from where they're looking

and during our life nobody,
no-one sees us as a whole.

And after death...

we return to that dark forest,

our entry recorded in the book of life,

because, according to Heidegger,

being is indestructible.

For what is death?

The decay of matter?

The destruction of the consciousness?

Or is it separation,

vanishing from the field
of sight and feeling?

How many people have I buried,
even though they're alive?

How many have buried me?

While I exist, think...

and feel?

There were strong bonds
between us,

we lived together,

we went through similar experiences
and then suddenly with no explanation...

stopped meeting, calling,
writing to each other...

Usually for some trifling reason.

Someone moved away,

said some unkind words or
looked at someone the wrong way

or rather seemed to.

Or more often someone said
that someone had said something

or other.

And that was that.

Bridges built over months
and years collapsed,

washed away in the
river of the banal.

And neither side...

showed any desire
to rebuild them.

You keep rubbing your eyes,
have you had them tested?

It's lucky you got out
in one piece from that crash.

You could have died
or been crippled.

That's even worse than death.

It's a miracle you can see again.

Why didn't you come
to say hallo?

This isn't the time
for saying hallo.

We have to plough all this up.

Such a wasteland.

Look at me, Dad.

Looking doesn't help,
one has to work.

What are you talking about?

You want to know too much
and it doesn't really matter...

they knocked my teeth out,

my shoes are falling
to bits, that's it.

Get up.

It's nearly midnight.

You've had a bad dream,

you were shouting that
they'd knocked your teeth out.

Listen, maybe I should make up
the couch and you can sleep here?

No, no, thanks.

Look.

Look what a lovely
egg Miranda's laid.

I don't even know
who the father is.

I know you can solve this riddle.

I've got 500 for you.

Fresh, new 500.

Specially for you.

I'm still here,
what're you doing?

We're playing for big money.

And time's running out.

It's ticking away.

And I'm waiting here
with these five big ones.

So where are you, huh?

Wake up.

Boys, girls, what are
you up to out there?

I'm waiting for you.

Do we have a caller?

I hear something. Hallo?

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Thank you for your call.

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Hey there...

if you don't call, I'll take
this five hundred and go.

We'll connect you with
our studio in a moment...

The connection cost is
3,90 per minute plus VAT...

Please hold...

You won.

You didn't even pick up the phone.

We never pick it up.

People call, the counter starts...

and they wait and pay.

Wait and pay...

Wait and pay...

and they don't even know
they're paying...

That's plain fraud.

Fraud?

They get something
invaluable in exchange.

Your bikini?

That too.

But mainly hope,

hope of a win.

Hey...

Cheer up.

You've got me.

You won.

I don't want to.

I can't.

Why not?

All men dream about this.

They lie on their couches,
slurping beer,

devouring chips...

licking me with their eyes.

They want to be with me
on a desert island...

reaching Paradise with me.

Please hold...

We'll connect you with
our studio in a moment...

"Through me you pass
into the city of woe

Through me you pass
into eternal pain

Through me among the people
lost for aye.

Justice the founder
of my fabric moved

To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom and primeval love.

Before me things create were none,
save things eternal, and eternal I endure.

Abandon all hope
ye who enter here."

These mysteries I read cut
into stone above a gate.

And turning I sad:

“Master, What is the meaning
of this harsh inscription?”

And he then as initiate
to novice:

“Here must you put by all division of spirit
And gather your soul against all cowardice.

This is the place
I told you to expect.

Here you shall pass among the fallen people.
Souls who have lost the good of intellect.”

Can you hear me?

It's me.

What's wrong, dear?

I've been waiting
for you all day.

I've made a cheesecake.

What's up with you?

I'm worried about you.

Bye.

Love you.

This is a tragedy, which
exceeds our imagination,

a tragedy whose scale is beyond
anything we have ever experienced.

Unimaginable, difficult to take in.

We all have enormous difficulty.

Getting our heads round the extent
of this unimaginable tragedy.

A tragedy which will leave a dark stain
on the pages of Polish history.

So says Piotr Paszkowski, head
of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Pain, misery and shared prayers.

A tragedy such as the world has
never seen. Poland is in mourning.

No one has survived, says Sergey Antufiev,
Governor of the Smolensk region.

"No one has survived..."

According to our sources

on the plane were 85 members
of the presidential delegation plus staff.

The official Polish
state delegation...

There were 47 other people
on the plane as well.

All together 132 passengers.

Aleksander Szczyglo,
Chief of the National Security Office

Pawel Wypych, Secretary of State

Mariusz Hanzlik, Undersecretary of State

Andrzej Kremer, Deputy Minister
of Foreign Affairs,

Stanislaw Komorowski,
Ministry of National Defence,

Tomasz Merta,
Deputy Minister of Culture,

Franciszek Gagor, Chief of Staff
Polish Armed Forces,

Andrzej Przewoznik, Council for the
War and Martyrdom Sites,

Maciej Plazynski, Chairman,
World Polish Council,

Janusz Kochanowski,
Human Rights Spokesman,

Slawomir Skrzypek, Chairman,
National Bank of Poland,

Janusz Kurtyka, President,
Institute of National Remembrance,

Janusz Krupski, Office for War Veterans
and Victims of Oppression,

Anna Walentynowicz,
Free Trade Union activist,

Lieutenant General, Bronislaw Kwiatkowski,
Commander-in-Chief of the Polish Armed Forces

Lieutenant General, Andrzej Błasik,
Commander-in-Chief of the Polish Air Force

Kamil?

What are you doing here?

I came to see you.

Did you write any good poetry?

I haven't written since the crash...

I work here.

Pity, it's good material.

But how?

You've left the University?
Young Poland?

And what about you?

- Have you tested your theory?
- Which one?

That Mercury is a moon of Venus...

kicked away by a meteor

and pushed into solar orbit...

that's obvious.

Why didn't you turn
onto the hard shoulder?

He was coming straight at us.

He should have turned,
he was in our lane.

If we'd both turned off at the
same time even you'd be dead.

I'd prefer that...

I think.

Yes. People are perfectionists.

They love cleanliness,
order and final solutions.

But luckily there's God
who makes mistakes.

Night.

Four in the morning.

Silence everywhere...

I hear a woman sobbing
behind the wall.

No...

I think she's laughing.

Yes.

I couldn't sleep last night.

It's impossible, I thought.

Laughter can't sound
so similar to crying...

they're opposites.

Opposites are always
close to one another.

So maybe in heaven they think
that we're always laughing.

Air traffic over Europe
has been paralyzed.

Clouds of volcanic dust are
drifting over from Iceland.

According to experts, the ash
could cause engine seizures...

The phenomenon of the volcanic dust,
which floats over Europe

is extremely rare in our region,

emphasises Grzegorz Sobczak,
editor of "Winged Poland".

When will the dust settle?

There are various forecasts,
because from what I hear

the situation could sort
itself out in a day or two.

In a critical situation we could wait
up to seven days for a change.

The cloud might disrupt weekend memorial
ceremonies in Krakow and Warsaw.

Yesterday 6000 flights were
canceled in Europe alone.

Many transatlantic flights
were canceled as well.

In spite of these difficulties, President
Barack Obama is still planning

to travel to Poland for the funeral
of President Lech Kaczynski and his wife.

The plan is that around 80 planes
will land at Krakow's airport

with members of the delegations which will
participate in Sunday's funeral

of the presidential couple.

More bodies return to Poland.

First came the plane with the body of
former president Ryszard Kaczorowski.

The next one brought
34 coffins to Warsaw.

Families waited at the airport.

Prime Minister Donald Tusk says

that Poland will remember the victims
of the tragedy and their legacy.

We will carry on your dreams
of a better world, of truth.

Each of you served
as best you could.

We, as best we can, will
wish to hold up your legacy

and carry it onward.

If someone plants a bomb on a plane
you think, he's gonna say he did it?

C'mon, what would they gain
exploding a bomb in a plane?

What gain? The President and the most
important people in Poland were on it.

Ruskies are guilty, they should give
all the documents, show everything...

But they are covering it up,
showing nothing!

Do you hear?

You need treatment.

A priest came to see me.

Listen, we're all worried
about you, understand?

We're worried.

And answer that bloody
phone, will you?!

O senseless strivings
of the mortal round!

How worthless is that exercise of reason
that makes you beat your wings into the ground!

One man was giving himself
to low, and one to aphorisms,

one sought sinecures, and one to rule
by force or sly persuasion,

one planned his business,
one his robberies,

one, tangled in the pleasure
of the flesh, wore himself out,

and one lounged at his ease,

while I, of all such
vanities relieved

hang high in Heaven
with my Beatrice,

arose to glory,
gloriously received.

When each had danced his circuit

and come back to the same
point of the circle,

all stood still, like votive
candles glowing in a rack.

And I saw the splendor of the blazing
ray that had spoken to me...

O sparkling essence
of the Holy Spirit!

How instantly it
blazed before my eyes,

defeating them with glory,
their function lost!

But Beatrice let
herself appear to me

so glad in beauty that the vision must lie
with those whose glory outdoes memory.

From her I drew again the power
of sight and looked up,

and I saw myself translated, with her
alone, to the next estate of light.

I was made aware
that I had risen higher

by the enkindled ardor
of the red star that glowed,

I thought, with more
than usual fire.

With all my heart, and in the tongue
which is one in all men,

I offered God my soul
as offering for this new bliss.

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