Rita Vespa           How the Power went astray  

                                                                                                                            Translated by Maria Jędrysik

 Long time ago, over the hills and far away the Power was born to fight Evil. When the Power was getting ready for the decisive battle the news came: Evil got ill and died.

Suprisingly, instead of celebrating, the Power ran away.

Poor Power! Born to fight Evil it can’t live in peace. The Power wanders through the fields and woods, seeking new Evil to fight.

It would be fine, but for one little thing: wandering about, the Power went mad and stopped making the difference between right and wrong. It’s like a restless warrior; plundering and devastating.

Will it ever calm down? Who knows?

          Linocuts by Kasper Ax

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