Tuesday, June 14, 2011
A Gernika t-shirt
She would dance barefoot in the park at dusk. She danced frantically as if there was no tomorrow. She had come to the big city to get a Summer job that would allow her to pay her tuition fees in her Polish university but all what Agnieska seemed to do was dancing and dancing while her friend worked as waitress. They were like the ant and the grasshopper. I can´t remember her names but I suppose that at least one of them was named Agnieska since most Polish girls I ´ve met are called like that. What I remember is her t-shirt that had the famous Picasso Gernika printed on it. "It´s Picasso, isn´t it? - she asked and I told her a little about the meaning of the painting. She didn´t seem too impressed. As we went on talking about art, I said that there was an important exhibition, Tamara de Lempicka, in town. "It sounds Polish" - she said quite interested. "Yes, it is. She was born in Warsaw" Then, she looked at my sketch book and asked me if I could draw her "stupid face". I laughed and said that I would do it. But I never drew her portrait. I met Agnieska briefly and as it happens with people that come into your life and don´t stay for too long, I hardly remember anything about her, not even her name... Only her Gernika printed t-shirt has stayed in my mind. How many people out there might remember me just for a garment I wore on that moment... I hope it´s not that hideous golden rucksack I had!