I spend Friday at home, resting up, writing up my journal. In the evening there is a power cut. Everyone else is out so Oma and I huddle round a candle at the kitchen table trying to decipher the rules to a National Geographic board game. The game is too complicated to take seriously but we have fun anyway, telling each other stories in the candle light until it is time to go to bed. I open “In the Memories of a forest” at the page I left it. They are drinking Polish vodka.