As a result of you know what, just like in the previous edition of “Conversations from the Playground”, assembling our regular discussion group turned out to be impossible. It’s not enough that you know what, but there’s the holidays, too. And the holidays mean camping, excursions, relaxing under a pear tree, and so on.
So we decided to hunt up participants near one of those bodies of water that draw in the young like blueberries attract wasps. The Sejny region was chosen, because it happened to be the closest to Przekrój’s correspondent. After a brief search, we managed to round out the group, which welcomed the vision of devoting a portion of the dog days of summer to professional activities with an enthusiasm rarely seen among adult individuals called in to work. For the panel discussion devoted to maturity, which took place on a pier surrounded by calamus and other reeds, four resolute young individuals of the female sex took part.
Over to them:
Lu: Hi, I’m a girl and I’m a child. I’m something in the world. Or maybe somebody. Somebody!
Nina: I’m Nina. I’m a child.
Pola: I’m Pola, I’m a child. I’ll be 11 in a month.
Lu: Oh! Well, in that case, I’m 7.
Hela: I’m Hela, I’m a child and I’m turning 9 on Saturday.
I’m Ewa, a correspondent for Przekrój, in two weeks I’ll turn 40.
Lu: But this isn’t an interview with you!
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