When not busy translating, studying, or preparing dissertations, Ms. Trzeciak enjoys loosing herself into visualizations of her vivid thoughts. Thank you Joanna for giving PAN the rights to publish your beautiful English version of Szymborska's poems. After every war someone has to clean up. Things won't straighten themselves up, after all.
Someone has to push the rubble to the sides of the road, so the corpse-laden wagons can pass.
Someone has to get mired in scum and ashes, sofa springs, splintered glass, and bloody rags. Someone must drag in a girder to prop up a wall, Someone must glaze a window, rehang a door. Photogenic it's not, and takes years. All the cameras have left for another war. Again we'll need bridges and new railway stations.