Jan Stoberski

was a writer. In Kraków, people recall that he lived like a Franciscan monk, never ate too much, went everywhere by foot, and would lend any money he made on literature to others. He would chronically visit people and listen to them.
My Plans for Suicide
Art + Stories, Soul + Body
Experiences, Wellbeing

My Plans for Suicide

Death is, in fact, banal! One of authors suggests a major reversal in how he evaluates his life in this article from the 1967 edition of “Przekrój”.
Jan Stoberski
Settling Scores With Myself
Art + Stories
Opinions

Settling Scores With Myself

Kindness brings joy! One of our authors shares his thoughts on why it’s worth not being selfish in this article from the 1986 edition of “Przekrój”.
Jan Stoberski
I Lost a Friend
Art + Stories
Fiction

I Lost a Friend

Dogs are more than man’s best friend – they teach us something about each other, too. One of our authors laments a loss in this article from the 1960 edition of “Przekrój”.
Jan Stoberski
I Catch Joy from the Air
Soul + Body
Breathe In

I Catch Joy from the Air

Inhaling fresh air is about much more than living! One of our authors shares his thoughts on breathing in this article from the 1963 edition of “Przekrój”.
Jan Stoberski