Wojciech Kuczok
Przekładaniec, Numer 17 – Poezja i proza przekładu, 2006, s. 246-253
‘Hey, cowboy, you got a shit hat,’
and he pulled at the rim, and tore a piece off, and then each of them, each
wearing a real leather hat crept up and plucked another bit, so that at the end of the
party it wasn’t a hat anymore, but some kind of a miner’s cap, in fact I could introduce
myself as a miner. They tore my cardboard hat into pieces and now they knew
what it meant, what you say, what you do to someone who is different when he
pretends to belong.