"I traveled by train and looked at the view. In my notebook I wrote about the light, the morning, the roofs of the houses, the shipping containers and the horizon. I took mute photographs and listened to the strange language. After flying back home I borrowed a dictionary and a grammar book from the library and started to translate the text I had written in my notebook into Polish, word by word, case by case, searching for the correct body. After that I gave my translation to Boleslaw, who promised to correct the mistakes in my translation, and to an official translator, Malgorzata, who translated my translation back into Finnish so that I could see how much I managed to say."