Relax. You can close your eyes. You have plenty of time. Sensitise your ears to the tiniest details of sound. The distant clatter of skateboards? A loudspeaker on a barge? A plane flying above you; the hiss of cars; a child’s cry from a faraway playground; the cawing of a crow? And, first and foremost, the rustling leaves of grass; your breath. Silence. The cello being tuned. Now. 

You must put plugs in your ears, for in a moment you will find yourself in Warsaw’s noisiest spot. There will be dozens of combustion engines roaring, rumbling, wailing, clattering, and whirring. The sounds have nowhere to go. They bump against walls and are reflected countless times. The stairs lead you down. Protect your ears. ink about music, try to hear music. Look for snatches of music in the space around, or else just try to imagine it. 

Krzysztof Marciniak