Krystyna Vinogorodska
www.vinogorodskaya.com
Saudi Arabia
“Once Upon a Time in Norway” At the cold edge of the world, where the sea argues with the sky, a man cast his line not for a catch, but for meaning—fragile as a glass sphere above the waves. Beside him, a bird, keeper of memory and time, remained silent, knowing that wisdom does not hurry to answer; it waits until the question ripens. Lightning tore through the darkness, reminding him that history and destiny do not yield to the hand that tries to pull them in. In that moment, it became clear: wealth belongs not to the one who tugs the thread, but to the one who understands why it was cast.
