Poland in August. Days by the sea are different. I look at the water, towards the horizon, it soothes me, colours harmonize. The people speak a wonderful language, I understand their gestures and some words. Sometimes I understand nothing at all, but it doesn't matter. What we have in common is the moment right now. Heart-shaped tomatoes from the garden, which they call 'ox hearts', are shown with pride. As well as the fish we caught. 3,5 tons of herring and cod. Everything is covered with transparent fish-scales. When they dry, the wind carries them back to the sea.