Mark Chort's Notes

the first wild rose of the season...

My favorite mountain, the Mountain of Silence... Imagine that when you climb to the top, you're actually walking on the bottom of a prehistoric sea. In the middle of the lowlands, a solitary massif, carved by a glacier over thousands of years. It was formed in the middle of Europe, when Europe didn't yet exist, there was only one vast landmass, and giant lizards would have to wait millions of years for them to appear... it holds other secrets, but they are yet to come, because when the Mountain was created, no one had yet invented words...

in the west of Wrocław...