Szałek Edith-about what makes life whaler.
syndrome have many people who write, the more I write, the less I talk and write about themselves. And as I say something about yourself, or write, then I think: Christ, what a nonsense! Brrr ... Who cares? I like it when a reader gives you the freedom of interpretation. I always walk up to my writing as to the craft. I This meant that apart from the obvious desire to forward thinking, I want to write the book interesting, interesting for those people that is characterized by a certain sensibility. Interpretations so that's something that gives the books a lot of live births and it is fascinating.
When did you start writing, what pushed you doing? As it is the luck?
I think about writing, when it started? At school I was doing well with the Polish and sometimes parading in notesikach on pieces of some of the story. I remember one titled "Scallop", which I wrote at the age of 13, 14 - I think I still have them somewhere. Told about love. I can not remember whether happy or not:) It was established on the first wave of foreign colonies in the East and the Radio Glenn Medeiros:)) Those were the days!
I have never written a memoir, although he was always in my head. The earliest written pages faded with time. At the latest recorded as fresh ink. In 2004. The Mirror newspaper organized a contest for the "Day after day". I tried and ... I win! Few houses in these two words. I did not think that the experience described by me can compete with the dramatic fate, many of which are around us. After nearly two years of writing columns for The Mirror and the first book, "Dream green eyes." And somehow it went. Not at all easy, because I need to write and the possibility of a planet is so distant as to be impossible for them to settle on a single trajectory. I'm trying though. I'm trying. As my brain the rain, I had to write and give. You asked me about
wenę ... I do not know if such a thing exists. Sometimes it seems to me that luck is simply finding a path in the jungle of thoughts, observations - They are extremely close to me-feel. Puzzle, the elements of which end up in the right place. Wen is not for me a creation of something out of nothing. This creation is a tedious job, and here my bows in the direction of the writers 'fantastic' literally and figuratively. If the size of the writer to measure the power of his imagination, then I bow to the land of those who create worlds, events, characters with nothing.
happens that suddenly gets an idea, I try to record it and then build later. I write mostly in the morning. I'm like a child. Evening quickly to bed, early morning to kindergarten:). Maybe a little bit different hours in spite of everything, but because I like to write in the morning, when the house is asleep, coffee smells particularly because it is the first day and the intense smell of .... Thoughts of a smell then differently. But the truth is that, as you write, it can in a crowded room, and at the station, and cafe.
Tell us about your passion for photography. Since when you develop this interest? I really like this session with Elizabeth Cherezińską.
The shooting is so that images always fascinated me, but I did it just a hobby. Often wertowałam albums Photographic wygrzebywałam forgotten attics prewar Polish actors photos ... Barszczewska, Bodo, Ćwiklińska. What can I say, photography is pure magic, enchanted moment of the eyelid. That's what I liked, however, did not like the others. Coarse grain, lack of focus is often regarded as a deviation from the standard error of the arts, it seems to me charming, is a kind of tool. In Norway, got into photography seriously because of my partner, Thomas Gudbrandsen, who's been photographing ever since. They both did a lot of reports 'street' in the country and abroad, and then we decide about starting their own business, which has also addressed the reportage wedding. We approached this with great humility, but also the responsibility of investing in good equipment, advertising and training. Are they worth it? I think so. We got into the international association of reporters WPJA wedding, both when it comes to black-and-white photographs and art. We have a lot of orders. It's a nice award, which opens some way. Even so, the most beautiful we get a bond that connects us to people they met. Rarely do we call their clients, just remember the names :) What
like to photograph the most? Everything. The scenes are everywhere. Sometimes a unique composition, sometimes light, sometimes unique wrinkles ... I happen to slop over the flower in the woods;) ripped it later on the comp and think about .. And this is like what? It's probably a reflex. Without the camera zerwałabym flower, with the camera lens, I tear off him. So it looks like:) You know why
session with Ela is beautiful? Because apart from my eye, Ela was totally free and creative front of the camera ... The lens has a mirror in which they are searched as a woman does when no one sees ... So I guess it feels.
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| Elizabeth Cherezińska |
Under what circumstances did you meet Elizabeth?
with Elka know not so long, but it is hard to: )
We met almost two years ago. Her car broke down in Norway. As a colleague of our common friend, I tried to help. And so it started somehow. And because it's the 9th October 8th and I and that somehow we are well mailowało and contact the strengthened. 2eCafe we \u200b\u200bset up. Internet cafe, only two of us. We meet there for morning coffee or evening cup. Sometimes we complain at the table that we're fat, that children do not listen to us that the lack of money, and sometimes we are pleased with the books and small trifles and serve the cake with whipped cream (i think that it's all in your imagination). Sometimes it arises from that contact something cool and artistic as Eli session, which I did, when he came to me with the Family. Both remember this day as a solar magic.
We recently occupied, so 2eCafe overgrown moss and covered with dust. Sometimes one of us envy, embrace tables, brew coffee and posiedzi, you look ... Sometimes, however, that in the throes of labor we can find moments of gossip and then 2eCafe alive for a moment. Ela is a workhorse, however, clever, talented writer. Her day job is stuffed to the limit.
I respect it, because I know what to organize, discipline, need a writer who wears a lot of projects. So I understand and fussiness, I know that day will come when you bounce. Writing to you I will go with lard bread from Elka. I once sent her brown cheese from Norway. Oh, such economic exchanges:)
Edyto why Norway, how did you find there?
bergeńskim work in the Emergency Centre. What you satisfied, and you do not like this job?
Jobs in sales and marketing was not what I wanted to do, but what I had. In the town where I come from, there's no comfort choice. Not without significance is the fact that when I started work in Poland, marketing slogan was magical. Much has for several years in sales and marketing I have learned, but the best part was that because of the work I came to Norway because I was offered a job here. But when he came time to verify what I want and what I need, I decided to make a difference. As a result, I changed everything:)
The work in the Emergency Centre for Women, I tried to be quite long. This corresponded with my education, but with heart. I always wanted to be closer to people, learn about other cultures ... Working at the center gave me satisfaction and challenges, but also the verification and confirmation. What else is talking about racism, tolerance, respect for other cultures, religions, and quite another to experience it. What is the hardest part for me is the distance work. It does not exist in my dictionary. I often take home the cases of the center; women sold, beaten, raped, traumatized children crossing ... Aware that the possibility of aid are limited, it hurts physically. The realization that sometimes you want to help, but women go back is probably even worse. Emotions do not allow time to sleep. I still remember the names of those who have no center. I deal with most children, so they remember best. Looks, gestures, little things ... Once, a boy took a photo of my phone. I did not know about it. After some time, looked through pictures and saw his smiling face. My little heart did not burst, because this boy was very special, perhaps never see him again ... This photo broke the rules of secrecy center, and yet I could not remove it.
This is probably in the most beautiful. These people take me a piece of the soul, but they give in return their own. Sometimes I feel like a colorful patchwork made of all whom I met in the center. Should it look professional I am very unprofessional;) \u200b\u200bPerhaps, however, get used to ... Is this what you want? No. But perhaps this is the only way to help and do not go crazy.
Given the cultural differences I wrote, that work at the center of the verification is for me a lot of things. People do not know what they say, when the generalization of nationality, when they lukrują or slander. The best experience this in life. Theorizing in this topic does not work.
with Elka know not so long, but it is hard to: )
We met almost two years ago. Her car broke down in Norway. As a colleague of our common friend, I tried to help. And so it started somehow. And because it's the 9th October 8th and I and that somehow we are well mailowało and contact the strengthened. 2eCafe we \u200b\u200bset up. Internet cafe, only two of us. We meet there for morning coffee or evening cup. Sometimes we complain at the table that we're fat, that children do not listen to us that the lack of money, and sometimes we are pleased with the books and small trifles and serve the cake with whipped cream (i think that it's all in your imagination). Sometimes it arises from that contact something cool and artistic as Eli session, which I did, when he came to me with the Family. Both remember this day as a solar magic.
We recently occupied, so 2eCafe overgrown moss and covered with dust. Sometimes one of us envy, embrace tables, brew coffee and posiedzi, you look ... Sometimes, however, that in the throes of labor we can find moments of gossip and then 2eCafe alive for a moment. Ela is a workhorse, however, clever, talented writer. Her day job is stuffed to the limit.
I respect it, because I know what to organize, discipline, need a writer who wears a lot of projects. So I understand and fussiness, I know that day will come when you bounce. Writing to you I will go with lard bread from Elka. I once sent her brown cheese from Norway. Oh, such economic exchanges:)
Edyto why Norway, how did you find there?
bergeńskim work in the Emergency Centre. What you satisfied, and you do not like this job?
Jobs in sales and marketing was not what I wanted to do, but what I had. In the town where I come from, there's no comfort choice. Not without significance is the fact that when I started work in Poland, marketing slogan was magical. Much has for several years in sales and marketing I have learned, but the best part was that because of the work I came to Norway because I was offered a job here. But when he came time to verify what I want and what I need, I decided to make a difference. As a result, I changed everything:)
The work in the Emergency Centre for Women, I tried to be quite long. This corresponded with my education, but with heart. I always wanted to be closer to people, learn about other cultures ... Working at the center gave me satisfaction and challenges, but also the verification and confirmation. What else is talking about racism, tolerance, respect for other cultures, religions, and quite another to experience it. What is the hardest part for me is the distance work. It does not exist in my dictionary. I often take home the cases of the center; women sold, beaten, raped, traumatized children crossing ... Aware that the possibility of aid are limited, it hurts physically. The realization that sometimes you want to help, but women go back is probably even worse. Emotions do not allow time to sleep. I still remember the names of those who have no center. I deal with most children, so they remember best. Looks, gestures, little things ... Once, a boy took a photo of my phone. I did not know about it. After some time, looked through pictures and saw his smiling face. My little heart did not burst, because this boy was very special, perhaps never see him again ... This photo broke the rules of secrecy center, and yet I could not remove it.
This is probably in the most beautiful. These people take me a piece of the soul, but they give in return their own. Sometimes I feel like a colorful patchwork made of all whom I met in the center. Should it look professional I am very unprofessional;) \u200b\u200bPerhaps, however, get used to ... Is this what you want? No. But perhaps this is the only way to help and do not go crazy.
Given the cultural differences I wrote, that work at the center of the verification is for me a lot of things. People do not know what they say, when the generalization of nationality, when they lukrują or slander. The best experience this in life. Theorizing in this topic does not work.
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| Edith Szałek |
Children are to himself that he remembers them the longest. Do you sometimes ask yourself the question: what are at fault, so to suffer? Many people in these situations where I was wondering is God?
question of God and events at which I asked about his existence is a difficult issue. In my opinion, unfortunately, God is with things and evil and good has little in common. No one is guilty. This is a consequence of events. If a mother drinks during pregnancy, the baby will be sick. A child will not because God is not finished with it, but because his mother drank. Africans suffer from hunger, because they live in a country in which they live, they lack water, they reproduce like wildfire ... Once it was the law of nature. Today, we feel an obligation to help
, countered. This a duty to our civilization. How well are we doing? God knows. It's like pushing people kolonizacjami and the power of Christ to the skull. Does God wanted it to? Whether they were angry without God? One thing I know. Religion has caused more damage to the world than anything else. Religion in general. Each.
As I wrote this difficult issue. I do not reform the world, but at least I have my opinions.
In his books and stories often mention immigration. How do you cope with longing?
Emigration is a state of mind and body. Much better to cope with the physical side emigration rather than its emotional aspect. I live abroad, more than third years. It is only now beginning to feel that the concepts of home, my own place - cleave to the two countries. Necessarily all, what I experience, is excreted in my books. Emigration is a concept for me, experience a lot more than the trivial frame quickly earn wealth started by people who have never not worked abroad. Besides, not everyone go''for `` bread, but everyone who leave, are experiencing a longing for the country. I do not have a special way to deal with this longing. It would be best get on a plane every time you ckni and land to the country. Unfortunately this is not possible. So sometimes invoke images Polish in my imagination. I share the history, stories from the Polish colleagues, singing under his breath in Polish ... Small, important things. I can not mention the smuggling across the borders of Krakow sausage, kabanosy, or gifts such as lard shortage made by Ele Cherezinską. She was with me last summer. I got the homemade cherry cudnym jar, plum jam, Polish chocolate, cuckoo and said smaluszek. These are things the importance of gold. I'm not kidding. Cuckoo extract my boys one every weekend:)
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| Edith Szałek |
I read all your books and I must admit that I like most about The last, or "whale hunters". When the next novel?
Some time ago I started work on a book Fri Solhaug. In the meantime, I have had a different idea - a new book - which insistently szwenda my head. So I do not know what to do:) I feel that this second idea itself matures, it remapped, processed ... If the time comes to be implemented, if not, you may end up Solhaug.
So I wait with interest to your next book. Thank you.
Edith Szałek:
novels-"Dream green eyes", "tenement-house," "whale hunters"
anthologies-"Girl's bedtime story," "Do not ask for Poland."
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